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Necessities

and useless items.

I was asked in cooking school what is a chef’s greatest tool? Hands. Brain, of course. We were told to come to school with two chef jackets, an apron, a good chef’s knife 10-12″ and a paring knife 3-4″. That’s it.

The knife collection alone now fills a magnetic rack and others are in a chef’s case but when someone tells me they need an olive pitter, I say smash it with your chef’s and take out the pit. Strawberry huller? Duh, take out the parer.

All these commercials try to get you to buy stuff you don’t need. Unless you eat rice eight times a day you don’t need an electric rice cooker. Look at your counter space and think of what is really important to you. If it’s coffee, go for it. I lived at 6.500 feet above sea level where water boiled at about 180 degrees so it was difficult to make water for tea or to cook eggs so I’ve a hot water boiler on my counter because that’s important to me.

Please check my Essential Pantry series to prove my theories. It will soon extends to pets. I’m up in the middle of the night and saw an ad for a “wee wee pad” with pheromones and a target so the dog will go in the middle and save the owner cleanup time.

My idea is to save your money and actually take your dog for a walk. We got Zoe at six weeks of age and she’ll be ten years old this month. I took her for 8 walks a day as a pup, now she gets four, and I’m sure as she ages that number will climb near eight again. She hasn’t had a wee wee pad since her first week home and I didn’t need a target and pheromones to get her to go in the middle. Actually, I don’t think she ever used one.

There are things you need and one-purpose things people try to get you to buy, so don’t do it. I shop the outside of the grocery and only go inside for pasta, rice, tea, chicken broth (for the dog). Do I spend a lot on groceries? Yes. We live well but I’m trying to go more veggie, shhhh don’t tell my husband. We had a tiny bit of leftover chicken tonight with cold sesame noodles and broccoli.

I’ll sneak in veg when I can. He’s a steak and potatoes guy so it’ll take some of Dee’s sneakiness to get in green beans, Romaine, grilled radicchio and kale. Luckily he loves carrots, apples, pummelos and grapefruit.

Do you know that if I buy these items from the grocery I can cook them without any special appliance? I walk my dog separately or drive her because dogs have been stolen around here and she’d go “home” with anyone who has a treat. Ten years. We’re thinking about that ten-year trial period and we may just keep her. Dee

 

Routine

Yes, I needed a herding dog to teach me that. For ten years I’ve been mercilessly trained and re-trained as herding dogs never do something fun once.

A long time ago a neighbor knocked on my door and asked for a screwdriver. Not the drink, silly! I asked Phillips or regular? And what for? He locked himself out. I turned bright red, invited him in and opened my laundry closet. In it I had 20 keys all named after dogs with no owners’ name or address, just the dog. Yes, I was a closet dog walker, the best in the neighborhood.

I still had the keys from the former owner of Prego and Paisano, two Aussies pere et fils. I gave him the key. Five minutes later he returned the key. I said, no, I’m embarrased to still have it! He said no, I’ll do this again and I want you to have my key. The next week, he needed it again.

Today I did the unthinkable. I had a maid here and packed up with the dog to go get muffins and knew my front door was unlocked. I forgot my keys, no-one has a spare so we had to go ’round and find someone who could let me in. Of course the keys were hanging on the hook where Her Routine-ness always places them as she walks in the door with the herding dog. I even had a phone number to call, but left it on the kitchen counter and I couldn’t get to my kitchen!

Perhaps Alzheimers is setting in after all. I never forget keys. I even had my wallet and phone and was downstairs reading the papers and putting them back in order for my neighbor to read later. He’s a retired architect with a far better memory than mine turns out to be.

Time was when I had everyone’s key in the neighborhood and they’d call and ask if I could take Woody out. Woody dragged me to my house to visit his good friend, me. I’m at the other end of the leash, Woody! Can you take Makai for the weekend? Sure. She placed all my dog’s tennis balls in the tub while I was in it, then chased the vacuum cleaner. She also tried to “kill” the park’s sprinklers by putting her face right in there. Clever, nice dog.

There are no pet-sitting “trades” here which actually is good. A few years ago I ended up walking everyone’s dog and once in five years I had a family emergency and needed to be away for a few days and everyone said no. So I’m glad I don’t have a door full of neighbors’ keys or the responsibility that entails. Everyone leaves pets with family or hires a sitter. I still like to be called “Aunt Dee.” Keep a watch on those keys, dear reader! Aunt Dee