Beaver’s Bend State Park, south east Oklahoma.
We need to talk. Fall is making her yearly debut in a few days and that means it’s time for you to set your sights southward. That means no more 100+ degree days, the sun needs to let up on his intensity. Stop driving him so hard. It’s time to slack off and direct your attention to the Southern Hemisphere.
We thought your attention had gone a couple of weeks ago when you let a cool front slip by and it rained a bit. But NO… you had to go and slap some more heat on us again.
Don’t you hear it? The South is calling. Argentina is waiting, Australia is looking for you. Rio, well, Rio waits for no one, but she might miss you.
So, drift on down to the land down under and let us have some cool weather for a bit. Don’t worry, we’ll want you back in six months or so. But make us wait until then. We’ll still be here.
I keep seeing these memes on Facebook about “thank a union for Labor Day” and the long weekend and all that. The older I get, the more annoyed I get with the whole thing.
Well, guess what. That’s great for all you who don’t work in retail. I do. That means I have to be there so you can buy that folding chair you will sit in to watch the parade. I have to be at work so you can buy that charcoal and grill to cook the food with you just bought at the store I work at. And the way
Walmart my employer has restructured paid time off, I don’t even get any extra pay for having to be there. It’s just another day at work. Except it’s a holiday for everybody else.
Labor Day used to be a day that celebrated all the people who labored in factories that made all the things that made America great. It was a day to recognize the hard work and long hours that people put in to support their families and produce things that kept the country moving and eating and clothed and whatever else we needed. It was a time of companies getting together and thanking the families of their workers for everything they did. Once upon a time, I was married to a man who worked in a unionized plant and Labor Day was a Really Big Deal. Stores even closed in recognition of the day. If you needed something, too bad. You should have planned ahead and people actually did that, back then.
Now, it’s just another long weekend. If you asked folks what it’s all about today, you would probably get as many wrong answers as right ones, and it would probably depend on the age of the person you asked what answer you got.
So think of us retail workers, at your beck and call while you enjoy your parade and barbecue and extra Monday off. If you were to say thank you for being at work, we might even give you an extra big smile for being recognized as the people who get all this stuff on the shelves so you can buy it today. Stuff that the union-organized workers made. Who got the day off.
Or we might just grimace, say thank you, and ask is there anything else I can help you find today?
It’s been a while since I did one of these but I found something that was too good not to share.
We have these seasoning kits at work that are called “made from scratch kits”. They are from all over the world. Tonight I did Indian Butter Chicken and wanted something green to serve on the side. So, like many of us do these days, I googled it. I came up with a spinach recipe and decided to try it. Dinner was a winner!
Indian Spiced Spinach
1 10 oz bag baby spinach
1/2 onion, finely chopped
1 inch piece of ginger, finely minced or grated
2 cloves garlic, minced.
1 T cooking oil, if you have coconut oil, this would be a good place to use it.
1/2 tsp ground coriander
1/2 tsp Garam Masala
1/4 tsp ground cumin
1/4 tsp turmeric
Heat the oil in a large pot over medium heat. Add the onion and cook until translucent. Add garlic and ginger and cook until fragrant. Add spices and stir well.
Add the spinach several handfuls at a time, turning and stirring frequently until it’s all wilted and in the pot. If you do it slowly, you won’t need any water. Cover and cook for another 5 minutes until tender, stirring frequently.
2-4 servings, depending how generous you are.