Grandma’s Mustard Plaster

It’s the time of year when people get sick. Running noses, nasal stuffiness and chest congestion are the common symptoms of becoming sick during this time of year when the temperature plunges and November rains come pouring in.

Many people want the quick fix to relieve symptoms that deplete our energies, so they run to their doctor wanting a prescription for relief. However, this isn’t the way to go. The simple fact is those old remedies that we’d make fun of our grandparents using actually works and here’s one you shouldn’t overlook: mustard plaster.
 
My first exposure to this was when I was about 10 years old and my mother put it on me despite my angered protests. It was something I believe she learned from her mother who used it on her when she was young. The one thing I will never forget is that it worked better than anything the doctor prescribed and there’s a reason why. The science behind it explains why using a mustard plaster relieves chest congestion.

Mustard irritates the small hair-like follicles called cilia in the lining of the lungs. This irritation moves the cilia, which in turn, move any debris out of the lungs.

The recipe calls for ½ teaspoon dry mustard, 1 tablespoon flour, approximately two tablespoons of warm water and a dry towel, t-shirt or flannel material. Mix the ingredients together until it forms into a paste. Spread that mixture over the towel or whatever you’re using and put it in the microwave for about 50 seconds. Then place the heated towel on your chest and let it rest there for about an hour.

Now there are some precautions to consider. It can burn your skin, so don’t keep the mustard plaster sitting on your chest for too long. Also, if you use too much mustard in the mix it will burn your skin. There are different variants of this recipe, but it is pretty much the same. For example, if you use hot water instead of heating the towel, that is a possibility, but don’t use boiling water. Some recipes also call for ground mustard seed.

It’s a quick fix that will save you the expense of a doctor’s visit.

Thankful to be Human

It is the time of year to be merry and full of cheer. It is also the time of year for depression to hit. It is also the time of year to be broke.

I think I’m all of the above rolled into one. I’m human and I don’t think I’m any different from many other people out there battling with the lack of sunlight, tighter wallets, while thinking of what to buy, what to re-gift and what to look forward to. I’m moving through the ups and downs of life, too, with and without holiday cheer.

Black Friday is now over along with The Big Gobble Day and here I am being creative, oscillating between the written word and drawing. I have neglected my blog—although without intent—getting caught and tangled with life’s demands.

I have wanted to write about various subjects in the past month about the stock market to Halloween, to All Saints Day to Veterans Day, to what the true meaning of giving and being thankful means to us chemically. I’m speaking about our body’s chemicals that are released when we are appreciative and say thank you. It actually makes us feel good, releasing certain “feel good” chemicals the body produces naturally. 

Instead, I’ve lent a helping hand to a friend in need and have been working on other projects on my plate.

In return I have gained new depth in understanding, challenged my abilities to accept what is and have learned to let go of what once was.

I have a lot to be thankful for and I’m grateful I can appreciate what comes my way regardless of how bad it may seem at the time or how good it truly is.

One of my wishes is to spread the joy I feel and the love I have for life to others. I do my best with what I have and I try.

Some of the best things I’ve experienced recently:

Taking a walk with my niece and talking with her
Sharing
Playing with a child
Laughing with friends
Playing Scattergories
Falling asleep on the phone with a friend
Talking to family

It’s the simple things in life that mean the most. They are truly precious. I hope you find what is precious to you and appreciate what life has to offer in the smallest and simplest of ways.

The LEGO® Brick House

A close up picture of the fully functional house, which was built using 3.3million differently coloured bricks

The house was erected with basic colors and amenities: red, yellow, white, black and blue and running water, a functioning toilet and shower. It was the simplest of houses made out of the simplest of toys. Like the old commercials toted: “A child’s pride is the best thing a toy can build,” so was the house that James May built.

The LEGO® brick house was built for James May’s Toy Stories, a TV series about famous toys on the BBC.

James May has taken toys to an all new level. He considers them to be more than a mere toy, by becoming an integral part of the invention process. With his focus on technology, his passions have shined through with whatever he undertakes. One of his first adventures was in constructing a Plasticine Garden at the Chelsea Garden Show.

What followed was a house built from LEGO® bricks for his TV series. It took over 3 million LEGO® bricks to construct the life-sized house. Constructed on the Denbies Wine Estate in Dorking, Surrey, England, the LEGO® brick  house stands out against the greenery of vines and rolling hills as something out of the ordinary. It reminds me like something you would see on the BBC children show Teletubbies, but unlike that show, this house is real. 

Unfortunately, the LEGO® brick house was destroyed after the vineyard decided they wanted the land back. With no offers to take the home, not even from the LEGO® Company, it was another Lego home that came crashing down.

Taxation of the Arts: The Pennsylvania State Budget Scramble

As the state of Pennsylvania scrambles to find new sources of revenue to balance the state budget, a proposed arts tax has come into play. The proposed arts tax would add an additional 8 percent to the cost of tickets for museums, plays, zoos and historical parks in Philadelphia and 6 percent for the rest of the state. The events that are exempt from the proposed tax hike would be movie tickets and sporting events.

“It’s ironic that [the arts will have] a higher tax than major-league sports,” said Todd Holtsberry, a member of the Secret Room Theatre and the Philadelphia Dramatists Center. “Their players seem to get paid a lot more money.”

State Senator Larry Farnese, (D., Phila.) and Senator Daylin Leach (D., Montgomery) both attended the rally in opposition to the arts tax.

Approximately 200 supporters opposing the higher taxation on the arts rallied on the Avenue of the Arts on Friday waving signs and yelling, “Save Our Arts!”

Young and old, students and professionals and members of the art community came to show their support. 

The rally made their way throughout the theatre area and went up to City Hall.

Bosom Buddies: Stock Exchange and the Incarcerated

America can boast it is the leader for the incarcerated.

Our prison system is on the stock exchange.

It’s not necessarily the prison system, but the companies that run them. Some companies explicitly, others implicitly while companies have gone through buy outs, mergers and name changes. America is not the lone profiteer. Europe is profiting, too, off of our bad boys and girls.

Corrections Corporation of America is now the fourth largest correctional facility in America having climbed the ranks from their first day in 1983. A private corrections management provider that went public on the New York Stock Exchange in 1994, it has increasing revenues from a growing inmate population.

According to their own Second Quarter earnings for 2009:

“Management revenue from state customers increased 8.2% to $216.8 million during the second quarter of 2009 from $200.3 million for the same period in 2008. The growth in state revenue from the second quarter of 2008 was primarily attributable to a combination of increased inmate populations and increases in average per diems.”

By having tougher sentencing laws, like the Three Strikes Law, more people are sent to prison, which in turn means fatter wallets for shareholders.

One of the largest shareholders Sodexho—who recently changed their name to Sodexo—is headquartered in Paris, France.

The prison system is becoming a monopoly with Wackenhut not trailing far behind CCA. A subsidiary of Group 4 Securicor, Wachkenhut was bought by Group 4 Falck, a Danish company, leaving the shareholders quite a bit wealthier after the merger.

Companies can claim they are helping by offering more facilities for the incarcerated, but with Wall Street involved and shareholders dollars at stake, a downfall of diminishing returns would not be a pleasing reality.

So the system needs to be continuously fed.

There is little interest to rehabilitate the incarcerated when it would be considered a loss of profit for the shareholder. It is no wonder that our criminal system is rising at an alarming rate and why America is #1 for the incarcerated.

Some would argue that our streets our safer with the tougher laws.

There are inmates who are mentally ill that don’t belong there with the closing of many mental health facilities. Prisons are also filling up with non violent criminals that need more appropriate sentencing to fit the crime.

Many European countries have decriminalized marijuana use and possession whereas America is still under pressure to legalize marijuana.

There’s a great deal more than what meets the eye, but the Prison Industrial Complex has become very profitable like its counterpart the Military Industrial Complex.

Sources: US Bureau of Statistics, Corrections Corporation of America, BBC, NY Times, Washington Post, Forbes

The Meaning Behind Labor Day

The Pullman Strike

The Pullman Strike

The first celebrated Labor Day was on September 5th in New York City in 1882; however, Labor Day wasn’t made into a national holiday until a labor union strike. It came about with the Pullman Strike in Chicago on May 11, 1894.

Pullman Palace Car Company workers walked out due to reduction in wages. Considering trains were the major means of transportation in the late 1800’s as Industrialization was in full swing, having a train strike crippled the nation despite the strike only occurring in Chicago.

Conflict between the labor unions and railroads caused such an upheaval of commerce, that President Grover Cleveland fearing the worse was yet to come, pushed legislation through Congress to have the first Monday in September as a federal holiday. Congress signed it unanimously making it law only six days after the end of the strike.

What Labor Day means to us today has probably changed from those first celebrated days in the late 1800’s. I’m uncertain how many of us actually know the meaning behind the day, but today is the last break before the full swing of fall enters the scene. The day is like an annual signal that the fun-filled days of summer is coming to an end. It’s the last hurrah before the weather turns colder. But more than anything else, it’s a time to be with family and friends, to relax and enjoy the day being happy and thankful with what you have.

Review: The Tiger’s Wife by Téa Obreht

Téa Obreht has her fictional debut in the New Yorker with “The Tiger’s Wife.” The story, taken from her novel that’s due out this April, questions fact and fiction based upon memory. Obreht begins her story with one fact. The city was bombed in 1941 by Germans. The story immediately breaks from that shifting into a fictional tale about a tiger and the pivotal role the tiger plays in villager’s lives during a horrifying time of Nazi threat.

Told from the tiger’s perspective which is very much like a child’s, the tiger has no sense of what is happening around him. The tiger’s plight of escaping his confines while falling bombs surround him, accentuates the desperation of not being able to break out. Not understanding the meaning of war, yet wanting to escape the caged feeling, the tiger’s predicament runs parallel with the citizens of the city. Feeling threatened, weakened by lack of provisions and resources of means to flee, the overwhelming sense of doom is encapsulated by the tiger’s position.

Obreht’s quiet mention of the tiger’s place being a citadel almost goes unnoticed with the descriptive analogy of the punctured wound felt by the tiger when the bombing of the fortresses’ wall turns to rubble. The combination of the two victims—one of the citadel, the other the tiger—are formidable.   

With a hole in the citadel, freedom is provided for the tiger to roam wild in the midst of war that creates fear for the citizens yet the tiger is the hinge that creates mysticism, speculation and a questionable reliance of memory of what truly happened in a time long gone.

The tiger which Obreht refers to as the “jungle creeper” is another way of describing the German invasion and the Germans themselves. The German tanks were known as tigers, although they didn’t come into existence until 1942 and her story begins in 1941; I can’t help but think that Obreht’s choice of this particular animal was a purposeful one that had to do with the distasteful disgust of Germans during the war furthering her metaphorical meaning of tiger.

Ignorance, change and the unquestioning understanding of what took place long after the tiger is gone leaving only the word—tiger—behind as a descriptive means to depict a character’s wife, curiously takes the reader into her unknown realm. The mysterious woman, who then becomes the focal point left by the tiger’s departure from the story, remains in a fogging haze.  

It is from the metaphor of tiger that Obreht pushes the reader into a realm told by a woman whose Grandfather loved tigers. How much of the story is true and what was fabricated leaves an unquestioning wake in the tiger’s exodus.

The story’s point is like any story retold: how to separate fact from fiction. Beginning with one fact, Obreht’s fiction falls right into place.

A Vacuum’s Best Friend

The other dust collector, 10 year-old Gregory Evans of Tuscola, Illinois isn’t fascinated with dust, but with the machines that collects it.

Collecting vacuum cleaners since he was three-years old, he has gotten to know the machines quite intimately differentiating the vacuum cleaners by sound. His unwavering excitement in finding a new model to add to his collection is unprecedented, even using the old terminology “carpet sweeper.”

The first patent to the carpet sweeper was given on August 30, 1901 to Hubert Cecil Booth, a British Engineer. In 1908, James Murray Spangler, who worked in department store in Canton, worked on a fan motor attaching it to a soap box since the carpet sweeper he was using caused him to cough. He further worked on his contraption and in 1908 received his patent. He formed the Electric Suction Sweeper Company. William H. Hoover improved upon Spangler’s design and soon after Hoover became a household name.

Bissell made other changes to the design by adding bristles, which is still used today.

Gregory is quite bright, knowing the differences between vacuums as to which contain bellows, have a crevice tool and which ones have bristles. His utmost place to visit is the Hoover Vacuum Museum in Canton, Ohio.

Without a Bone in It

Sesame seed encrusted tuna steak with roasted Israeli couscous and steamed spinach © Christine Otis

Sesame seed encrusted tuna steak with roasted Israeli couscous and steamed spinach © Christine Otis

Many different cultures have impacted this great city of Philadelphia which can be seen in the available foods at the market and in restaurants. It has opened my food palate and cooking skills. Crisscrossing different cuisines to create something new, I have made dishes like Israeli couscous with a Mediterranean flare served with tropical-style salmon.

I’ve combined my Greek cooking knowledge with Mexican cooking skills and added a Hawaiian flicker creating something distinctly my own. Friends, family, co-workers and neighbors can attest to my culinary skills. I have taken from one culture and combined it with another to mix and match. It’s called fusion, but I’d like to think it of more as a paint palate: finding what compliments, what works and what doesn’t just like painting a canvas.

I’ve dared to tread where others would think not wise to combine certain ingredients. Case in point: Combining rose petals with sesame seeds, pounding them down into a paste with a mortal and pestle and adding other ingredients into the mix creating a sauce served over pasta that my guests savored.

My background? It comes from being a vegetarian for a number of years when it wasn’t en vogue. What I found is that there weren’t many places that catered to my non-meat eating habits. With few choices at restaurants, I began to cook at home.

I learned by trial and error, one of the best possible ways to learn how to cook. One of the things I quickly learned and understood was how spices and herbs combine to create flavor. This is where I really learned the trick of the trade.

Most culinary schools are meat focused. Solely relying on meat for their stocks, sauces and other bases, they forget about the non-meat eater. They also don’t necessarily know how to have flavor in soups without meat. It stumps them. I know because I’ve come across many chefs in my life. Try to find a truly vegetarian chef. They’re out there, but they’re harder to find.

Some of my soups I create: 17 bean, lentil, green pea and pumpkin.

I’ve learned how to fool the palate making meat eaters thinking they are eating meat and no, it’s not from a tofu product. It’s understanding the texture of vegetables and how you can manipulate them.

I’ve had people say to me: “It’s going to be tasteless without meat.” Or one of my favorites: “I can’t eat that. It doesn’t have meat in it!”

What is the big deal? A lot of our American cuisine is influenced by Mediterranean cuisine, which has a lot of vegetarian dishes. It’s the American culture that has gotten meat crazed forgetting how wonderful food can be without a bone in it.

I recently visited Moosewood Restaurant in Ithaca, New York that serves food that is solely vegetarian, including the desserts. The widely known restaurant usually has a waiting list to get in. And guess what? Meat eaters go there, too!

And you might be surprised that I do cook with meat. This is one of the most puzzlingly things for people who eat my cuisine. They love it, but I have no idea what it tastes like.

There’s something else about being a vegetarian that’s different. What I smell. I can tell the quality of meat by the way it smells. My sense of smell is also a bit keener than a meat eaters.

Learning how to cook also takes time. Sometimes it takes me years to get things right. I don’t know why, but learning how to properly cook rice took years of practice.

I know that may make some laugh, but it’s the truth. What was my problem? It wasn’t part of my culture, so I didn’t know how to cook it right. I asked people with Asian and South American backgrounds. That’s when I started to get it. They told me how to cook rice and taught me the difference between rice grains.

Korean rice is not the same as Chinese rice or Japanese rice, nor is jasmine rice the same as basmati. All of it is different, consisting of various textures and flavors.

Just like with couscous. Moroccan couscous is not the same as Middle Eastern couscous nor is it like Israeli couscous. Each has its own texture, flavor and aroma. Similar, but not the same.

Just look at the potato. Is a red bliss potato the same as an Idaho potato?

Is a filet mignon the same as a hamburger?

Okay you get my point. 

And yes I’m ignorant, too. There are many cuisines I want to taste and some I’m less willing to, but I want the new experience, the adventure into a realm I don’t know that I’m just dying to try.

Chocolate Dunkin’

Next year’s Easter molds should be interesting.

When they asked me if I wanted a hot chocolate pedicure, I said sure. What I didn’t understand was that they were asking me. As I patiently waited for my hot chocolate, lying back relaxing, while the masseuse was working between my toes, I asked if my hot chocolate was coming soon.

She reassured me it was. 

I love letting my mind shut off while my feet get all the attention they deserve. It can put you to sleep. The applications of different pressures, working out knots, smoothing everything out, it feels so incredibly good. Have you ever had one? There’s nothing like it.

I asked if I could have my hot chocolate now.

My foot felt suddenly warm. It felt really good. I noticed that it didn’t feel like the usual soak in water, but I didn’t mind. My feet were worth it.

I opened my eyes looking for the hot chocolate when I looked down at the earth color that surrounded my feet. I assumed it was one of those new types of pedicures that soak your feet with earthen minerals. I looked up with a quizzical ignorance and asked: “Where’s my hot chocolate?”

She pointed at my feet.

How could my ignorance be so blind?

Despite holding back her laughter when she saw I didn’t understand, at least she was polite in the explanation that my foot was enjoying the hot chocolate treat.

“You mean my foot is drinking my hot chocolate?”

“Yes, ma’am, your feet are in a chocolate bath.”

“Oh.”

Disappointment overcame my stupidity. I really wanted the hot chocolate.

I guess it could be considered like a dunked doughnut or an ice cream cone dipped in chocolate sauce, only this one I wouldn’t want to lick or take a bite out of.

They took my feet out one by one that were now encased with solidified chocolate.

“They sure look like an interesting type of treat.”

The woman just looked at me and then started to take my foot out of the chocolate mold.

“What do you do with the chocolate?”

“Would you like it ma’am?” As she held a piece up to me.

I made a mental note to myself to not allow my friend to convince me to get a new kind of pedicure in the near future. I guess I should have paid more attention to what she was saying. I just heard pedicure and said: “Sure!” just like an idiot would.

I shook my head no as she waited for an answer.

“Sometimes chocolate foot dip is tasty. We have one patron who eats it.” Then she started laughing. “Only kidding of course.”

Nodding, I said: “Yes, that’s funny.” Then I noticed all the chocolate pieces they had in bowls in the room. Granted it was wrapped, but was it reused? I hated that thought, but I couldn’t help myself.

Then I was suddenly thankful that I didn’t get my cup of hot chocolate like I so desperately wanted. What if that was reused? Then I started to wonder, wouldn’t this make the most interesting chocolate Easter candy wrapped in one of those Easter baskets?

I wanted to ask them for my foot mold because I thought it would make a hysterical Easter gift, but decided against it. They were already looking at me like I was a weirdo that was going to eat the chocolate that just came off my foot, so I felt it was in my best interest to keep my mouth closed.

Only in America would there be such a thing as a chocolate pedicure.

Then I wondered what Jane would do on Coupling.

Coupling is a British sitcom full of sexual innuendoes and funny predicaments.

I know Jane would have still asked for the chocolate regardless of how people would have looked at her.

I didn’t have the guts to do it.

Then it hit me. I could do this at home and have the same results and still use the mold as a funny Easter present and no one would look at me funny.

As I tipped the foot masseuse with my chocolate gold coins, I couldn’t help but wonder, did the Mayas have chocolate foot rubs?