Good Morning, 10 Oct. 2017
Last week while adding the Spam Jam to my bucket list, I went to see Walter’s website and guess what? That vegetarian, sorry but in fact Walter is a “plant based, whole food regimen eater.” Myself, I fail to see the difference. He has posted a few videos on SPAM. I guess I should say anti-spam but I found them entertaining. I just knew he would do something like that as he thinks the whole world is hell bent on killing themselves with the foods they eat. Especially since some of my favorites like, Spam, bacon and hotdogs are probably some of the worst things we can eat. I guess he might have a point as in my exercise class he is the oldest person, perhaps 15 years my senior, plus he exercises with heavier weights. According to Walter “Eating like this is a life-style adjustment. It is not a diet; diets are something that is used to lose weight, but they are a temporary solutions and weight usually comes back.”
However in general this letter made me think of some other things on
my bucket list. I do say that this list is more or less a work in
progress. I always think I would like to see the worlds largest ball of
twine. However there are a few cities in the United States that make
that claim. I myself would like to see the one in Cawker City, Kansas
where more is added every August. It has a current weight of about
8.5 tons with the kicker that you can buy a piece of the string to be
added to the ball. This is sort of like Patty and I have our names on the
satellite, Voyager 1 that left our solar system September 2013. If that
was on your bucket list, you missed the blast off. You still have some
time to buy some of the twine and then have your name on the donor
list for that ball forever.
There however, is the largest ball of twine built by a single person,
Francis A. Johnson. He started it in 1950 and wrapped for 4 hours per
day for 29 years. It has a weight of about 400 pound less that the ball
above. He is also the current record holder as the one above is being
rolled by a community and not by one person.
Next I would like to drive the entire length of US Route 1. Living on the
East coast I have been on many parts of Route 1, up and down the
coast as it is where many of our vacations have been. I even have a
picture of us at mile marker zero as our cruise ship docked in Key West
on its way to the Western Carribean. I figure I would do it in two
parts...North to Fort Kent, Maine (probably with a starting point in
Boston) and then all the way to Key West, again with a starting point in
Of course another on my list is the Kentucky Bourbon Festival. It was
held last month so next year is now in the planning stages. Dates next
year will be September 7 - 17 just in case you want to plan a trip.
I was just reading an article about nine people who were stealing full
bourbon barrels from "Wild Turkey" and then bottling it under the name
a rather rare 23 year old bourbon "Pappy Van Winkle" which sells for
$249 a bottle. The $249 is only if you can find one, as it often sells
between $1500 and $2500 per bottle. Not only did this group steal full
barrels but they also stole some cases empty bottles from the Van
Winkle distributer. It was an interesting read. The last sentence was,
"If they manage to get any of the bourbon back from the evidence
locker all the lawyer asks from his client is that he get to keep a couple
of the bottles."
Popularity among Bourbon enthusiasts
The product has a cult-like following. Famous chefs such as Anthony
Bourdain and David Chang have favored the product. Food Republic
reported that Chef John Currence said: "There's Pappy Van Winkle,
then there's everything else." Bourbon aficionados have shown up in
droves to get a small chance in a lottery to purchase some. It has
been called "the bourbon everyone wants but no one can get". A writer
for The Wall Street Journal said "You could call it bourbon, or you
could call it a $5,000 bottle of liquified, barrel-aged unobtanium." Jen
Doll wrote in The Wire, "It's an age-old dilemma (supply and demand)
leading to an age-old marketing dream (a product that can't be kept on
the shelves ... money in the pockets ... bourbon in the bourbon
According to Fox News and Maxim, PVW-23 is said to be one of the
most expensive bourbons.
that last Thursday night’s football game did not play the
National Anthem on TV. It is causing such a divide between those that
think of our flag as racist and those that think of it as patriotic and
represents freedom. I am one of the later. Here is the type of email I
have been receiving of late:
An open letter to the NFL players,
You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a
struggle. You grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother
was the leader of the family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over
your head and food on your plate. Academics were a struggle for you
and your grades were mediocre at best. The only thing that made you
stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40 yards in 4.2
seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just like you,
except he didn’t play football. Instead of going to football practice after
school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage. You were
recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your
senior year making visits to universities where coaches and boosters
tried to convince you their school was best. They laid out the red
carpet for you. Your best friend worked double shifts at Mickey D’s.
College was not an option for him. On the day you signed with Big
State University, your best friend signed paperwork with his Army
recruiter. You went to summer workouts. He went to basic training.
You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm, eating at the
training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field, cheered
on by adoring fans. Tutors attended to your every academic need.
You attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You
lifted weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the
top football players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to
the 101st Airborne Division. While you were in college, he deployed to
Iraq once and Afghanistan twice. He became a Sergeant and led a
squad of 19 year old soldiers who grew up just like he did. He shed his
blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's give their lives,
limbs, and innocence for the USA.
You went to the NFL combine and scored off the charts. You hired an
agent and waited for draft day. You were drafted in the first round and
your agent immediately went to work, ensuring that you received the
most money possible. You signed for $16 million although you had
never played a single down of professional football. Your best friend
re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested
sergeant, he will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will ride in
the back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded
soldiers. You will sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in the ground
and try to sleep. You will "make it rain" in the club. He will pray for rain
as the temperature reaches 120 degrees.
On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of fans
cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little difference
between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring
fans. There are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers. Every
now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and "go to the
rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV.
When the National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to
his feet and salute the television. While you protest the unfairness of
life in the United States, he will give thanks to God that he has the
honor of defending his great country.
To the players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets,
watch you on TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for
Sundays so we can cheer for you and marvel at your athleticism.
Although we love to watch you play, we care little about your opinions
until you offend us. You have the absolute right to express yourselves,
but we have the absolute right to boycott you. We have tolerated your
drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar displays of
wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone too
far. You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our police
officers, and our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet you
disparage our great country. I am done with NFL football and
encourage all like minded Americans to boycott the NFL as well.
I started to read about Colin Kaepernick, the person who started the
above ruckus. I feel if there was ever someone who has benefitted
from the American dream, he has. He is a biracial child who was
adopted by white parents. He was strong and athletic, his fast ball in
baseball was 94 miles per hour. In college, Division 1 he passed for
10,000 yards and rushed for 4,000 more. He was drafted in the second
round of the 2011 draft.
His starting pay was just under 5 million dollars. Shortly after that he
signed a six year contract in 2014 for $114 million dollars.
His protest cost Colin his starting job and, when the season ended, a
new contract with the 49ers, leaving the former Super Bowl star an
unemployed free agent.
Unfortunately for Colin, his protest was not well-received, to say the
least, angering fans, teammates, even Donald Trump, who at the time
was campaigning for president. Worst, though, Kaepernick angered
NFL owners, described by The New York Times as traditionally
conservative, including some who are even friendly with the Trump
Colin Kaepernick’s salary demands are in the $9-10 million per year
range, an absurd amount of money for a middling quarterback with
considerable baggage, CBS Sports reported.
I, for the life of me do not see why he did this. I consider it not only
disgraceful to a nation of real heroes, it serves the purpose of pointing
to your ingratitude for those who chose to defend you under that
banner that will still wave long after your jersey is retired. I guess for
me it is like the shooting in Las Vegas, just no real reason other than
total self destruction. This shooting is still in the news.
What is not in the news is that in Chicago during September 58 people
were shot and killed, 273 were shot and wounded...total shot was 331
but nothing, nothing at all, in the news. Perhaps this just is not news.
The Amish are "Non-violent" people! BUT IT PAYS TO KNOW GERMAN
An Amish Farmer walking through his field notices a man drinking from his irrigation dam with his hand.
The Amish Farmer shouts: " Trinken Sie nicht das Wasser, die Kuehe und die Schweine haben hineingeschissen !"
("Don't drink the water, the cows and pigs shit in it!")
The man shouts back: "I'm a Muslim, I don't understand your gibberish. Speak English, you Infidel!"
The Amish Farmer shouts back in English: "Use two hands, you'll get more!"
I have not tried Mexican Corn on the Cob but for some reason I feel It is something I need to try. Cotija cheese can be found in most grocery stores I am told.
Here is the recipe:
4 ears corn, shucked
1/4 cup melted butter
1/4 cup mayonnaise
½ cup grated cotija cheese
4 wedges lime (optional)
Preheat an outdoor grill for medium-high heat.
Grill corn until hot and lightly charred all over, 7 to 10 minutes, depending on the temperature of the grill. Roll the ears in melted butter, then spread evenly with mayonnaise. Sprinkle with cotija cheese and serve with a lime wedge.
Of late I have been reading more and more about the benefits of bone broth. I usually buy broth or stock from the market in quart containers and rarely make it myself. One thing I notice when I happen to make chicken or turkey broth myself from left overs, the broth when put into the refrigerator tends to gel. I have always felt this to be a good thing as I felt the broth was full of more important vitamins and minerals much more than the containers of liquid broth sold by the stores.
This is from Time Magazine, Health section.
Science Can't Explain Why Everyone is Drinking Bone Broth
The term “miracle” is thrown around a lot these days, especially when it comes to how and what we eat. Whether it’s adding turmeric or subtracting gluten, people are always searching for a dietary panacea that will fend off disease and rid our bodies of excess weight.
One of the latest food trends, which doesn't seem to be going anywhere, is bone broth: a stock made primarily from the bones and connective tissue of animals or fish. (The term “bone broth” is a bit of a misnomer; traditionally, a “broth” is differentiated from a “stock” precisely because it doesn’t include animal bones.)
According to the book Nourishing Broth, which seems to have either launched or turbo charged the current broth brouhaha, “real” animal stock (that is, a stock not made from powders) can quell inflammation, speed healing, calm allergies and combat fatigue.
It can do all this, the authors write, thanks to its “unique combination of amino acids, minerals, and cartilage compounds.” The authors highlight the benefits of the broth’s collagen and cartilage content which the authors say may help bolster their analogs in the human body, where it's necessary for healthy bones and skin. Eating it may, then, prevent or relieve osteoarthritis, osteoporosis and other bone- or skin-related diseases, the authors say.
But does it? There isn’t much research on bone broth to support—or refute—these health claims. But several experts on human digestion say the nutrients that supposedly make bone broth special are not, in fact, all that unique.
While that’s also true of meat, eggs, chicken, and other protein sources, it doesn't make bone broth a terrible source of these amino acids. Your body takes the nutrients from the foods you eat and sends them where they’re needed most, says Dr. Kantha Shelke, a food scientist and principle at Corvus Blue LLC, a Chicago-based food research company. So if your diet was deficient in protein-sourced amino acids, sipping bone broth could provide some of the stuff your body requires to fortify your bones and joints.
But even in this context, you’d benefit more from eating milk or eggs than you would from slurping bone broth, Percy adds.
Like many nutrition trends, Percy says the claims surrounding bone broth are “loosely based” on nutrition science. They just overstate or sensationalize the benefits, and use a lot of personal endorsements to support their claims. "Anecdotes along the lines of ‘I ate bone broth and my gut problem cleared up’ do not count as evidence-based medicine,” he says.
More research is needed, though none of this is to say that bone broth is unhealthy.
It just may not be the magical elixir for all that ails you.
For a Bone Broth Recipe visit http://recipes.mercola.com/bone-broth-recipe.aspx
They write that
The gelatin found in bone broth is a hydrophilic colloid that attracts and holds liquids, including digestive juices, thereby supporting proper digestion
Bone broth reduces joint pain and inflammation courtesy of chondroitin sulfates, glucosamine, and other compounds extracted from the boiled down cartilage
Amino acids such as glycine, proline, and arginine in bone broth all have anti-inflammatory effects
Bone broth contains high amounts of calcium, magnesium, and other nutrients that play an important role in healthy bone formation
Bone broth can be made from any type of bones you like – chicken, beef, pork, or even fish – but seek bones from organically raised, pastured, or grass-fed animals.
The neighbors had been complaining that my dog had been barking non-stop. I hate the electric zapping bark collars so I purchased a humane citronella collar, that way when the dog barked, it shoots out a blast of citronella under the nose and they don't like it. This particular morning I was getting the collar ready and filled it with the stuff. And that's where my morning should have ended. But no, it's me, and I begin to become curious as to how said collars work.
Now I'm standing on my back step "barking" at my dog's collar. Nothing happens. I make sure it's turned on, check the fill level, and go through the "getting started" check list one more time. Again, I bark. Nothing happens. Now I'm not quite sure, why I had this next thought, but I did; I put on the collar. I seriously extended the band and fit the growl box against my throat and barked. Apparently, the collar only works if it feels vibrations, because I immediately received a blast of citronella to the face.
I began coughing, which only caused the collar to continue to squirt bug spray over and over into my nasal cavity. I'm now on my hands and knees in my back yard, trying to breathe, and to make matters worse, the dog is now barking. So between coughing and yelling at the dog to shut up, I've emptied over a dozen blasts of citronella to my face. During all of this ruckus, I'm trying to undo the clasp of the collar, which has somehow managed to weld shut during this whole fiasco.
I finally get the collar off and threw, yes I threw that crazy (inhumane) thing across the yard, and lay in the grass sucking in the cool morning air. In the middle of thinking this is probably the dumbest thing I've done in a while, I hear laughter. MY NEIGHBOR SAW THE WHOLE THING! He was laughing so hard he couldn't breathe. Between gasps, he tells me, "I was gonna come help, but every time I started to climb over the fence, you'd set it off again and then I would started laughing and couldn't make it" So now, not only are my eyes red, but my face and ears are too. After checking to make sure I was ok, we parted ways and I went in to shower so I wouldn't be smelling like ode de' Tiki Torch.
So lesson learned: next time (yes, there will always be a next time with me) make sure that 1. Don't fill the collar before trying to set it off and B. Remember your neighbor is not a good source of help in a comedy crisis situation. On the plus side, I didn't have a mosquito problem for a few days!.....
I hate to break the news that it's a COPIED story that gave me a good chuckle
A young man named Chuck bought a horse from a farmer for $250. The farmer agreed to deliver the horse the next day. The next, day the farmer drove up to Chucks house and said, “sorry son, but I have some bad news, the horse died.”
Chuck replied, “Well, then just give me my money back.”
The farmer said, “Can’t do that. I went and spent it already.”
Chuck said, “Ok, then , just bring me the dead horse.”
The farmer asked, “What ya gonna do with him?”
Chuck said, “I’m going to raffle him off.”
The farmer said, “You can’t raffle off a dead horse!”
Chuck said, “sure I can, Watch me. I sold 500 tickets at five dollars a piece and made a profit of $2495.”
The farmer said, “Didn’t anyone complain?”
Chuck said, “Just the guy who won. So I gave him his five dollars back.”
Chuck grew up and works now for the government.
R) Broccoli Cheddar Soup (www.allrecipes.com)
1 tablespoon butter
½ onion, chopped
1/4 cup melted butter
1/4 cup flour
2 cups milk
2 cups chicken stock
1 ½ cups coarsely chopped broccoli florets
1 cup matchstick-cut carrots
1 stalk celery, thinly sliced
2 ½ cups shredded sharp Cheddar cheese
salt and ground black pepper to taste
Melt 1 tablespoon butter in a skillet over medium-high heat. Saute onion in hot butter until translucent, about 5 minutes. Set aside.
Whisk 1/4 cup melted butter and flour together in a large saucepan over medium-low heat; cook until flour loses it's granular texture, adding 1 to 2 tablespoons of milk if necessary to keep the flour from burning, 3 to 4 minutes.
Gradually pour milk into flour mixture while whisking constantly. Stir chicken stock into milk mixture. Bring to a simmer; cook until flour taste is gone and mixture is thickened, about 20 minutes. Add broccoli, carrots, sauteed onion, and celery; simmer until vegetables are tender, about 20 minutes.
Stir Cheddar cheese into vegetable mixture until cheese melts. Season with salt and pepper to taste.
On a child's superman costume, the tag said, "Wearing of this garment does not enable you to fly".
That is all for this week. I will see you next week and a few of you at exercise..
have a weekly letter with your coffee, put letter in subject line and
email me at firstname.lastname@example.org
As usual my friend Walter posts copies on his website of www.capecod-beaches.com
of course with his additions of pictures or videos.
You can see my facebook posts at https://www.facebook.com/george.rucker.37 but they are always shorter than my letter.