Sometimes it is hard being a friend,not because you don’t want to be but because you don’t know how to be. Sometimes your friend is going through something that is just tearing her apart. I Know there is nothing I can say or do to fix the situation or make it better for her and it makes me feel helpless and a failure as a friend. I know she doesn’t feel this way about me but it is how I feel about myself.
In my head, I know all I can do is be present when we are together, let her talk when she needs to talk, cry, if she needs to cry, ignore the whole sorry mess, when she needs to ignore it. It doesn’t feel like nearly enough.
I think that is why I was so grateful on Sunday when she asked if I could come spend the night and help her get her apartment together before our friend comes to town this weekend. Finally, I have some concrete way I can help. I can do something for her that makes a difference. The whole time she was working in the living room and I was working in the kitchen she kept telling me she was sorry she asked me to do this, she should be able to clean her apartment on her own. I tried to tell her I don’t mind we all have times we can use a hand.
At various times throughout my life I have had people who called themselves my friend for as long as I was happy, fun and willing to help them when they had difficulties. As soon as I wasn’t happy and fun and couldn’t help them with their problems they didn’t want to be around me. In my book, that isn’t a friend. A friend is someone who is there in good times and bad even when it is hard. I hope I am suceeding for her, even just a little bit.
In a medium bowl, combine the onion, turkey, salt, pepper, celery, rubbed sage, rosemary, thyme, and cranberries. Using your hands. gently combine the ingredients. Don’t squish the meat between your fingers. You don’t want tough, overworked turkey. When the ingredients are thoroughly mixed, shape the meat into a loaf. I use a 5′ x 3′ loaf pan to shape and cook my meatloaf. You could free form it and cook it in any pan that fits your pressure cooker. Lock the lid. Bring to high pressure and cook for 5 minutes. Natural release the pressure.
I had all kinds of plans for the blog this week but then the dreaded allergies attacked my face with a vengeance. Seriously, I look like I have been on a week long bender. My eyes are red and puffy. My nose is brighter than Rudolf’s. My eyes are watering. My nose is running and it feels like an elephant is sitting on my chest. I sneezed so much and so hard the last two days I gave myself a horrible headache that just won’t go away. It totally derailed any big attempts at cooking and photographing for the blog.
I am trying not to be a big baby about this because on the grand scale of things it isn’t cancer or Alzheimer’s or anything serious. In fact, this is the first time since my Whole 30, in April, I have been bothered by my allergies at all. I should be grateful. Instead I am sitting here feeling miserable and very, very sorry for myself and I want the world to know it so here I am posting a whiney, crybaby post. Tune in next week to my next post for our regularly scheduled non whiney, crybaby post.
I did manage to throw a soup into my pressure cooker. The recipe came from my new cookbook, The Big Book of Paleo Slow Cooking. I love slow cooking cookbooks because the recipes are usually, easily adapted for use in the pressure cooker.
Sometimes I really hate being proven right. I have always said “just because they never have doesn’t mean they never will” in response to people who tell me their cats and/or dogs have never bothered their birds or other prey animals we keep for pets.
I keep my bird cage and rat cage in the same room about 50 feet from each other. I have been very careful about training my birds to stay away from the rats cage. For the 4 years I have had rats and birds keeping them so close together has never been an issue. Its never been an issue until yesterday morning.
I was in my bed room getting ready for work when I heard a loud squawk. It didn’t concern me too much because my birds fight like brothers and sisters, someone is always squawking at someone else. However, the second time I heard it I went to investigate what was going on and found my cockatiel, Squeak, hanging on the side of the rat cage and my rat, Bug, hanging onto Squeak’s toes. I grabbed Squeak and saw his toes were bloody. I freaked out a little bit. Since I couldn’t see where the blood was coming from I used the corner of my shirt to put pressure on his foot. Fortunately, the wounds didn’t bleed for long and the wounds weren’t severe. The situation could have resulted in the amputation of toes or foot. The wounds could have resulted in blood loss that killed Squeak. I will be watching Squee for signs of infection in his wounds, for probably, a lot longer then I need too.
This story has a happy ending. As I type this, Squeak is sitting in his favorite place preening his feathers and telling his cage mate, Riley, off for trying to sit next to him. Squee is eating well and gripping my fingers with both feet when I pick him up. As of this posting, Squee’s adventure has been more tramatic for me then it has been for him. If you have a flock of predator animals and prey animals please don’t assume just because the predator animals have never bothered the prey animals they never will. You might not be as lucky as I have.
A few weeks ago, I was at Natural Grocers whereI was totally seduced by a display of squash. I bought an acorn squash, a spaghetti squash and a red kuri squash. Once again, impulsively buying something I don’t usually buy because it was so pretty and now having to find something to do with it. Oops.
The reason I usually don’t buy squash is because I am scared to death of loosing a finger or two trying to cut it half to bake in the oven. On my way home, I was thinking about how I was going to cook the squash and what I was going to do with the cooked squash when I remembered an Instagram story where a lady cooked a whole pie pumpkin in her pressure cooker. Is there anything my pressure cooker can’t do?
I popped my spaghetti squash into the pressure cooker, locked the lid and let it go. I opened the pressure cooker to a perfectly cooked spaghetti squash. It was easy to cut in half and gently scoop out the seeds. Once I scooped the flesh out and seasoned it with a little salt, pepper and butter. I had a very tasty side dish for my dinner in a fraction of the time it would take in the oven and I still have all my fingers.
Note: The squash from Natural Grocers are organic and are on small side. If you buy conventionally grown squash from the market you may have to add more time due to their large size.
In a 6 quart pressure cooker liner, add 1 cup water. Add the steamer insert and place the squash. Lock the lid and set on high pressure for 6 minutes. Release the pressure naturally. Open the lid and let the squash cool until you can handle the squash with out burning the fingures you saved not having to cut the squash in half. Once cooled cut the squash in half and scoop out the seeds then scoop out the flesh. Season with salt, pepper and butter and eat or use in another recipe.
I don’t have much to say today. I am just so tired. I guess this is normal. I am not giving my body the quick form of energy it is used to using and my body isn’t efficent using the new form of energy I am giving it yet. The literature says this too shall pass.
Thank goodness for my pressure cooker. If I had to make an effort to cook today, I probabally would have given in and orered a sandwich from Erbert’s and Gerbert’s.
Place your trivet in the bottom of your pressure cooker liner. Add enough water to bring your pressure cooker to pressure. Cut seveal slits into your roast and push slivers of garlic into each slit. Spinkle the top and bottom with salt and paprika. Be generous. You want it to be well seasoned. I ended up using about 1 1/2 teaspoons each of salt and paprika. Place the roast on the trivet. Lock the lid. Bring to pressure and cook for 90 minutes. Use natural release. Remove the pork from the liner and slice or shred the pork.