Life was so much simpler then

[austin_dern]

One nagging little thing about my father: I don't believe he's aware that I can actually do stuff. Some of this is my fault, in that I can be rather scatterbrained about getting to things. I blame that on my natural tendency to form patterns in getting things done, and unexpected things just don't have a place in the patterns, so they're hard to get to. (But if I get a pattern that includes something, just try and stop me from doing it.) Anyway, the route he's taken to coping with this behavior problem on my part is to explain what he wants ... very slowly ... using very few words ... in one block ... as if he were ... waiting for me ... to finish my ... stenography.

And there's over-explaining. He asked me to water the plants around the front door. It's been a dry and hot summer, with smaller birds occasionally bursting into flame, and the plants need the moisture. I would think being asked to water all the plants leading up to the front door would adequately cover the request, but before leaving, he made sure that we walked all ten feet of this path and he identified all the plants by name, as if I would ever know a plant by a name, and saying, ``now, water the (plant name), make sure it gets water''. Again and again and again.

Sunday, by the way, we got rain for several hours, and it seems to have minimized the worst of the heat wave, at least for a couple hours.

Meanwhile I'm taking my revenge by going through the refrigerator and throwing out the expired food. I grant there's some room for margin on expiration dates so I'm giving stuff that's only barely expired some leeway, especially when it's something like soy sauce that rots poorly if at all. But we had four --- count 'em --- four salad dressing bottles which expired in 2007, and more dramatic results for 2008. There was also a ketchup bottle with odd crystallization patterns inside it. My parents aren't going to believe how much faster the refrigerator compiles now.

Trivia: The word ``ketchup'' seems to derive from Indonesian fish and soy sauce kecap ikan. Source: Salt: A World History, Mark Kurlansky.

Currently Reading: Cortez on Jupiter, Ernest Hogan. You know ... yeah, this is an awfully interesting book.

Comments

[austin-dern.livejournal.com]

I'm not so strict about eating things before they spoil, but then my budget makes it acceptable to write off the loss of a quart of milk. If I were living under tighter circumstances I know I'd be more careful.

[chefmongoose.livejournal.com]

If K weren't living here, I'd buy milk by the pint. ..as it is I buy heavy cream[*1] for my coffee by the pint most times, just because I know while 1.09 for a half-pint and 1.49 for a pint is not a volume deal, I'm throwing half the pint out because I don't drink coffee that fast. Managing food stores before the spoil is part of my profession, so I'm nitpicky. Going to the grocery store about thrice a month, also keeps me from having tooo much about.

--Chi
[*1] Light cream or half-and-half if they are appreciably on sale, and occasionally a pint if so, as well.

[austin-dern.livejournal.com]

That was one of the little things of life which I had to learn, actually, that the volume deal was not invariably the best deal. There are just some things that I can't use fast enough to make the per-volume discount worth it, particularly in the days when I had limited cabinet or fridge space or had to lug everything by hand back from the store. They don't tell you that in what's billed as Home Economics, where the per-big-standard-unit price is all that's worthwhile.