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Speaking for Oneself

After French cooking school, I examined Italian, Greek and other cuisines and found my own style. Quality ingredients and don’t mess them up. No frills, peasant cuisine. Hearty stews like I’ll make today and another that was shared yesterday with friends. Summer salads, cold dinners or a really good burger or steak on the grill.

While I speak with my food now, I also have a voice. It took a long time to find it because I’m quite shy (shhh, reader, you’ve only known me for five years) and did not stand up for myself as a child or young adult.

One parent told me I was gifted and wonderful, and the other said I was useless and never did well enough in school, ballet, piano, violin or anything else. Reading was my refuge, also the creek and its forest. I’ve recently framed a photo taken by the head of the local newspaper “back home” that she took in 1982 and gave to me around that time. It brings back so many childhood memories, most very good. RIP AE.

The shyness led to a bit of a “deer in the headlights” phenomenon. I had opinions, just didn’t voice them. It took a long time for me to be able to use my voice to espouse political and other positions, such as animal rights, that I am known for to this day.

Public speaking is still my enemy, whether it’s speaking to a government body or group of strangers. Yet I can teach a cooking class or talk to anyone on the street or in the market.

Jobs were an issue. My main fault was that I let the hirer talk me into working for them without ever asking more than a cursory question. What did that lead to? You got it, bad bosses. One tried to do his old job for me and only let me do grunt work. Another micromanaged to the point I had to leave.

Then I became a consultant as an agent of change. Yes. Imagine any organization that has already gone through a lot of internal strife to agree that it needs change. Not everyone has bought in, however.

The consultant comes in and all looks rosy until the undermining begins, sometimes and often by the organization’s own change agents. I’ve been threatened, duped into fake meetings and had my new car keyed. And this all assumes on-time payments.

I burned out of that career and did a lot of volunteer work and got married and have a new life now. Yes, I do speak out, and write, and take care of my family. And I’ve had wonderful family and work experiences and great bosses.

Slate’s Matthew Yglesias wrote a piece on what makes a great boss. http://www.slate.com I am one, and so is my husband, and we’re both team players so we can live with each other. I can’t excel unless the team is working at its best and I’m working hard to make it easier for them to do their jobs, running interference and solving problems.

Think about running a feral cat spay/neuter clinic that I helped do for six years. The leader of Recovery was quite shy and would rather work with the cats in ICU (a van). Naturally I moved to volunteer coordinator for recovery and it was a one-day stint for volunteers so all needed to be trained. Cage cleaning, tent set-up and take-down, transport, ICU, breathing, release to caretaker. I even purchased a bean bag kitty and had the “ear” folks tip its ear and used it for transport training, and was filmed by the SFSPCA for my excellent training!

In the end volunteers built us tables so we didn’t have to bend down all the time. We changed the position in the traps to prevent accidents. I devised a “wake-up list” for breathers (to make sure the cats are breathing after anaesthesia or rush to ICU) to tell when a cat awakened.

While I cannot speak for the cats as they were asleep and feral, I was an exemplary volunteer leader of 14 projects per month and attended feral cats every month for six years. Servant leadership. We recruited more volunteers and retained them.

The first time I sent myself to a business next door to tell them we’d be using the back parking lot for about six hours, I bought a bottle of juice and they asked what we were doing. Trader Joe’s, about 1/2 hour later, delivered cases of sodas and boxes of cookies for all the volunteers. Now that’s servant leadership! Dee

Pop-Up Sponges

Call me a snob but I love the French pop-up sponge. It’s also a great gift for a child to put it under water and see it grow. I believe it cleans kitchen counters much better than the supermarket cellulose sponge. Normally I keep these for two weeks then turn them to cleaning duty. My last one I put through the dishwasher until I could buy more. Today I’ve enough for well over a year.

The last one I probably didn’t want to toss because I bought it while my mother was in hospice two years ago. We don’t have Trader Joe’s here so went one lunchtime while she was being bathed and slept, and stocked up on sponges.

Sur La Table also has them, and we bought a year’s worth today. We’re still on vacation and there are supposed to be many activities this weekend but right now all I can hear is rain. Heavy rain because I’m downstairs and I’m hearing it from upstairs. We’re flexible and I’ve done all the laundry from our trip so any other fun thing we happen upon is gravy this week.

Doing new things, exploring new places is really interesting. Spending 25 hours in a car with one’s significant other talking without music is remarkable, a testament that after nearly ten years together we can converse and discuss issues and not talk about work at all. My goal has been accomplished, taking my husband out of work mode and letting him relax and re-charge.

Today we only needed a two-minute dash to get new sponges en route to the movie, then home for a home-cooked meal. NY strip, small baked potatoes, farm-fresh corn on the cob.

We live in such a gorgeous place, it’s a shame to leave it but driving through four western states was a pleasure and one that most folks don’t get to do. Few people, lots of cows, and all of that
was appreciated from the eyes of a dairyman’s son.

Forget about tourist traps, visit the West and gain a picture of what life once was in the USA. Choose your spot as there’s a lot of territory. Shoot only photos, please. Thanks, Dee

Trader Joe’s

The lady in front of me at Whole Foods brought all recyclable bags for her groceries. One was from Trader Joe’s. My canvas bag has been confiscated for the present by Jim for his balloons. So I didn’t have a bag but did ask her how she lives without TJ’s. She manages when she goes “home” to the west coast to get what she needs.

When my mother was in hospice, we used our lunch hour one day to pick up my favorite sponges and scrubbies and a big wedge of Parmigiano Reggiano to take home. TJ’s will never come to Utah, simply because of the draconian liquor laws. A local brewpub brews beer, sells it to the State and buys it back to sell it from the restaurant. And I thought NY State was bad!

I miss TJ’s. I went there all the time and would start my shopping at the wonderful fresh market next door for wonderful fruit, valencia oranges and peaches and satsuma tangerines. Then I’d go to TJ’s and finish my shopping at the grocery next door, anything I couldn’t get at the other venues. Their cheeses are wonderful, the wines inexpensive, and cereals and pastas are also tasty and inexpensive. Sometimes I’d buy frozen rack of lamb there. And their pop-up sponges are incredible, and scrubbies in mesh packs that work on non-stick pans.

Lately my moving wish list includes an office and two-car garage during snow/hail seasons. If we move out of state, TJ’s may have to be on that list! Cheers, Dee