Saturday, November 23, 2013

The Stainless Trough



        This is not a totally joyous subject for me to write about.  I have been taught that wasting food was wrong and cleaning up your plate is a virtue.  I guess no one wanted food scraps in the trash or we thought it was terrible to throw away food when there were starving people in Africa. It is too bad we cannot deliver our extra food somewhere.
        Weight Watchers worked on me and helped me realize that throwing away food could be a good thing. (Of course, choosing smaller portions is the best plan.) Then, there was the strong idea that some of the food that we were not eating was not “food” any way!
        My dad used to light up when he would talk about an “all you can eat” buffet.  Many people I can recall, as far back as the 1960’s, used to consider these dining establishments the pinnacle of pleasure.  I am certain that those who grew up in the Depression would find them an expression of the affluent life.
        I tread lightly.  Now, it is November, 2013 and times have changed.  Thanksgiving is nearly upon us and we as a nation have so much for which to be thankful.  I have never been truly hungry and I just bought a 25 pound turkey for Thanksgiving.
        Last Saturday night, my husband wanted to take me out for dinner.  Now, honestly, I usually pick.  It is not that I always want my way, but that he never has an opinion. I pick the restaurant by default; unless we are with friends and can get someone else to choose.  On this particular night, however, he had a strong opinion and I, biting my tongue, agreed.
        He chose an “all you can eat” buffet of national fame.  It was recently in the papers for hiding food from food inspection.  The initials are G.C. (I have often wondered why it was considered to be “golden” and why people would want to eat at a place where horses were corralled.)   My name for it is Stainless Trough.
        I was hoping that we might have to leave, because there were not many parking spaces. We finally found one, so in we went. It was very crowded that night. 
        You get a tray, if any are available, and silverware, if the pieces you need are available.  You get a drink, if you want one, and pay before you enter.  There are few seasonal decorations, but the most overwhelming sight is people.  People of all shapes and sizes, who were clamoring for plates and getting in lines in six or seven areas for various parts and pieces of a meal, were the overriding view on this occasion. A meal of epic proportions one can eat here; yes, it is an “all you can eat” buffet.
        We were looking very hard to find seats and the only seats to be found were in the furthest corner from the food.  You actually had to walk further to get from our seats to the troughs than any other seats in the establishment. No wonder no one else wanted them.
        The salad bar, taco bar, pizza bar, dessert bar, ice cream bar and hot food bar were totally surrounded by people dipping in all that food.  There were utensils to dip food, but the children and some adults did not see the need to use such items; fingers are easier and faster. I can imagine Melvin Udall, Jack Nicholson’s OCD character in As Good As It Gets, at this place.
         The most popular area was the place for the steak. The steak was cooked to order and bore a label as to how it was prepared.  I can also imagine how some people I know would find it incredible that for $12.99 you can get all the sirloin steak you wanted and all those other meats and fish, too.
         Tread lightly…It must be terribly hard to keep a place clean with all those hungry people.  Tread lightly…I actually had to tread very lightly and watch where I was going, because of the children underfoot and plops of mashed potatoes and pieces of chicken skin on the carpet. There were stacks of used dished and utensils and plates on every table waiting to be picked up. The stainless steel rolling carts holding just washed dishes and silverware were everywhere, but you had to be careful, because some of the melamine dishes just did not look like they had made it through the dishwasher.
         I never liked to go to buffets, because I thought I ate too much and I just did not like to see all that food sitting out there for who knows how long.  I just prefer not to see it all laid out like that. Cleanliness is another issue.  When restaurant food comes out, served to you at a traditional restaurant; some how you have the illusion of cleanliness and freshness, even if not the reality.  On this night, I ate very little.
        My husband had three steaks, lots of mashed potatoes and gravy, all kinds of other items and several dishes of ice cream.  Before we walked out, he left the older woman, who fastidiously, refilled our drinks, a generous tip; then he walked to the ice cream area and got himself an ice cream cone for the road.
        On our way out, he remarked that it was pretty “bad” and “when you have that many people, it is hard to keep it clean”; but he seemed pretty content to me.  My mom used to say that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.  (I will write more about that later. Not that I am an expert on men, or anything…)  Tread lightly…
        As for me, an old Danish proverb says it best, “When serving food, first put out the flowers, then putout the food."
          
                                                                                   
 

Thursday, November 14, 2013

Joy Found Me!

     After a little more than a year of blogging, I just stopped.  Thinking that I had nothing more to say about finding joy in life, being too busy or being distracted; my motivation ended.  I did not want to stop: I just did.  "A Small Patch of Flowers" is  a blog about finding joy in life. Finding joy is not something that can be manufactured. It has to come from the heart. It is a terribly important subject in my mind and I did not want my posts to be trivial.  Today joy found me.
     Six and a half years ago, I was in a terrible accident when I fell off of a ladder trying to pull some vines off of my mother's old house.  It was a stupid thing to do.  My tugging and pulling caused the electrical wires to break, a transformer popped and I fell to avoid electrocution.  Six pins, a steel plate and a bone graft later, I had to learn to walk all over again.  A walker, wheel chair, crutches, cane, raised toilet seat, shower seat and wooden ramp became a part of my life. 
     Recovery was slow, but eventually I could walk normally.  It still takes a lot of mental concentration to go up and down steps, if I want to look natural.  That skill is definitely not easy even now.
     Exercise, especially walking, has been very important to me for weight control  and overall good health.   I have been very sporadic about it this past year, however.  Running is something I would repeatedly try, but could never do at all without tremendous stress to my injured leg. 
     I often visualize running.  Remembering what it was like to move quickly through space with arms and legs in a rhythmic movement.  The feeling of running and taking in the fresh air on a beautiful day were experiences  I wondered if I would ever enjoy again in this life time. (Who else dreams of running?)
     When I went to the basement this morning for a little walking exercise, I tried running as I usually do.  I was not expecting anything other than the usual awkward "hop-step".  I did not earn it, train for it or even deserve it, but today it happened.  I could run!   The feeling was absolutely amazing even though I was not outside.  I ran smoothly.  Yes, I did!
     "Okay", I asked myself, "Am I dreaming?"  I raced upstairs, woke up my sleeping husband and asked him to watch me run. I asked him if I looked normal and if I limped when I ran.  When my witness said that it looked normal and without a limp, I could not contain the joy. (Of course normal is a relative term.)
      I am so thankful.   (I remind you, too, don't give up on your dreams!)  Joy found me!