Monday, August 31, 2009
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Grocery Shopping on a College Kid's Budget
One of the toughest non-academic challenges a college student faces is sustaining themselves nutritionally while at school. Most students have been brought up depending on their parents for sustenance and expect a bountiful dinner each night. When they go to college, those dinners are no longer there and the onus is on them to find quality food and prepare meals.
A way to avoid food shock is to purchase a meal plan from your university. This allows you to still obtain prepared meals and avoid the hassle of shopping. However, there are drawbacks to this strategy. First and foremost, you’re restricted to eating what the university provides. And there are some colleges which offer a plethora of unhealthy options and only a few healthy alternatives, such as a salad bar. Second, you have to eat at the resident halls and in cafeterias. This can be extremely inconvenient, especially if you have a busy schedule and don’t have the time to walk to a resident hall to grad a quick meal. Finally, the quality of food can be questionable since many universities contract their food services out to third parties. This harkens back to the first issue, not having the freedom and control over what you’re putting into your body.
So if a meal plan isn’t for you, the obvious alternative is grocery shopping. I highly suggest this option since the process of grocery shopping and buying your own food is an inevitable fact of life; everyone will have to do it at some point in their lives, so why not start in college. But most college students aren’t swimming on big pools of cash, so shopping on a strict budget is the unavoidable obstacle.
Shopping on a budget can be difficult, but not impossible. And please, don’t fall into the trap of buying extremely cheap, unhealthy foods such as ramen noodles and canned meat. That strategy will only lead to you acquiring a big ‘ol gut and potential health problems down the road.
Let me make this clear: it is possible to eat healthy on a tight budget.
Here are some healthy foods that are very cost-effective…
1.) Whole wheat pasta
Pasta is always a very affordable food item. You can usually buy a pound of noodles for $1 (or less). The same applies to whole wheat pasta. This is a great way to eat healthy while still being fiscally responsible.
2.) Brown rice
Another historically cheap food item. And just like wheat pasta, brown rice is very good for you. It provides nutrients and the brown version is a complex carbohydrate, which means is digests much more slowly in your system keeping you satisfied for a longer period of time.
3.) Peanut Butter
Peanut butter is a great food that is not only healthy, due to its high protein content, but is also relatively inexpensive. Most organic peanut butters are pricey, so just go for the reduced fat version of JIF, Peter Pan, or which brand you enjoy the most. They usually only cost $1.50 to $2.00 a jar.
Other simple strategies to apply when shopping…
1.) Clip coupons
Some people feel embarrassed using coupons, but don’t be. It’s not bad to use them; that’s why they’re available.
2.) Stock up when items are on sale
The great thing about the food items listed above is that they last for long periods of time. That means when a sale is on, stock up. Not only is this wise financially, but it will afford you more time to do other things later on in the week since you’ll have more food available for a longer duration.
3.) If a grocery store savings card is available, get one
Grocery store MVP or VIP cards are a great way to save a few extra bucks. If your local store offers one, definitely go ahead and fill out the application to get it.
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A way to avoid food shock is to purchase a meal plan from your university. This allows you to still obtain prepared meals and avoid the hassle of shopping. However, there are drawbacks to this strategy. First and foremost, you’re restricted to eating what the university provides. And there are some colleges which offer a plethora of unhealthy options and only a few healthy alternatives, such as a salad bar. Second, you have to eat at the resident halls and in cafeterias. This can be extremely inconvenient, especially if you have a busy schedule and don’t have the time to walk to a resident hall to grad a quick meal. Finally, the quality of food can be questionable since many universities contract their food services out to third parties. This harkens back to the first issue, not having the freedom and control over what you’re putting into your body.
So if a meal plan isn’t for you, the obvious alternative is grocery shopping. I highly suggest this option since the process of grocery shopping and buying your own food is an inevitable fact of life; everyone will have to do it at some point in their lives, so why not start in college. But most college students aren’t swimming on big pools of cash, so shopping on a strict budget is the unavoidable obstacle.
Shopping on a budget can be difficult, but not impossible. And please, don’t fall into the trap of buying extremely cheap, unhealthy foods such as ramen noodles and canned meat. That strategy will only lead to you acquiring a big ‘ol gut and potential health problems down the road.
Let me make this clear: it is possible to eat healthy on a tight budget.
Here are some healthy foods that are very cost-effective…
1.) Whole wheat pasta
Pasta is always a very affordable food item. You can usually buy a pound of noodles for $1 (or less). The same applies to whole wheat pasta. This is a great way to eat healthy while still being fiscally responsible.
2.) Brown rice
Another historically cheap food item. And just like wheat pasta, brown rice is very good for you. It provides nutrients and the brown version is a complex carbohydrate, which means is digests much more slowly in your system keeping you satisfied for a longer period of time.
3.) Peanut Butter
Peanut butter is a great food that is not only healthy, due to its high protein content, but is also relatively inexpensive. Most organic peanut butters are pricey, so just go for the reduced fat version of JIF, Peter Pan, or which brand you enjoy the most. They usually only cost $1.50 to $2.00 a jar.
Other simple strategies to apply when shopping…
1.) Clip coupons
Some people feel embarrassed using coupons, but don’t be. It’s not bad to use them; that’s why they’re available.
2.) Stock up when items are on sale
The great thing about the food items listed above is that they last for long periods of time. That means when a sale is on, stock up. Not only is this wise financially, but it will afford you more time to do other things later on in the week since you’ll have more food available for a longer duration.
3.) If a grocery store savings card is available, get one
Grocery store MVP or VIP cards are a great way to save a few extra bucks. If your local store offers one, definitely go ahead and fill out the application to get it.
Check Out the Best College Information Site on the Net
Article Source: http://EzineArticles.com/?expert=Patrick_Austin
Monday, February 2, 2009
The Lunchbox [in Spanish and English] Reedited
The Lunchbox
[1954-1957]
The Lunchbox
[1954-1957] We couldn’t always afford the hot lunches at St. Louis school [in St. Paul, Minnesota] during my elementary years [formative years], so my mother bought me a lunchbox, a Lone Ranger designed lunchbox, and I was proud to own it: yes indeed, very bigheaded about it, I suppose, if kids had heroes, and not absorptions, he was kind of my hero. And my mother would make my peanut butter sandwiches, from none other than Peter Pan Peanut Butter gars, not sure if they sell that kind anymore; then of course came Skippy Peanut butter down the lane, and a little computation [I was 9-years old then].
Then I think we went back and forth with which peanut butter was best for my lunchbox, I mean, it had to be the best for the Lone Ranger lunchbox, for I was carrying his symbol about (and I think I even had some kind of secret badge to a club of his if I recall right). And amongst those sandwiches, were a lone banana or apple, or orange, I hoped not the orange always, it was too messy, and I’d just stick a finger in it and such out all the juice, and go wash my hands. Thus, I preferred the banana.
Then my brother Mike and I would march on down to school, and when lunchtime came, I’d march on down to the basement of the 1886, schoolhouse, and eat lunch in the lunchroom. There were different times for lunch for different classes and grades, and so Mike being two grades higher than I, ate before me, and left school before me, at 2:00 PM, verses, my 4:00 PM. But I always prayed mom would forget to buy wax paper for the sandwiches, and have to give us .25-cents [or was it .15-cents?] for lunch: yes I preferred the hot lunch to the cold, although I liked bringing my Lone Ranger lunchbox.
If, in fact, anything, as I look back now, my mother (who has passed on ((July 1, 2003)), loved being a mom, I mean, she really did. I suppose the years of us boys in our teens got too her, as they do to most parents, if not all parents, but I think (as I now look back and review some old pictures), she just simply like being a mom; enjoyed it, love it. It was more than a job to her. She never had much in life, but she had that.
On Sundays, old Grandpa, Russian built, stout, would call up the family for afternoon dinner; it was always like a banquette it seemed. He was a good ole soul, just cursed with the wicked tongue a lot (as they say in Peru: he had hair on his tongue). He’d make the best Sunday dinners anyone could have imagined. And if the relatives would not come over to eat, God save their souls, he’d start to curse the Old Russian way, and it would go on eternally, or so it seemed. You’d think he was fifty feet tall, he was 4’11, yes, just under five foot, like my wife, and she thinks she’s fifty feet tall to. Anyhow they came, and what was left over: chicken or ham, we’d get in the lunches until doomsday [doomsday being, until there was no more of course]. I mean grandpa bought a 20-pound ham, two chickens, sausage, and the stove was cooking from midnight the day before until noon the following day, just before everyone sat down to eat on Sunday; sometimes his cooking pans he’d put in the oven, were so large, they barely fit.
But yes, yes undeniably, there was a problem though: when mom put the ham onto the sandwiches, and wrapped them in wax paper, by noon the following day, they’d be soggy, yes really, saggy as milk on breed, and you’d have to drag the meat off. But I never said anything, lest I end up with peanut butter five days in a row.
In the lunch room Linda MaCalley the eye catcher of the room, we had two grades in our room, and between thirty and forty students [big rooms, and lots of heads to look over, at and around], as I was about to say, Linda MaCalley, she was the prettiest one in class, and we sat together now and then, more than, than now, but it happened. I even stuck up for her once, that is, I was playing by her house one day, downtown St. Paul, after school, walked my friend Mike Reassert, his home (he and Linda lived by one another; we were all poor folks], and he said something about her and a fight started, I got the better of him, but she got to watch her hero fight for her. It didn’t lead to anything, but then the Lone Ranger’s followers couldn’t expect much, could they now? I had a reputation to uphold for him. He may have been my first hero, I’m not sure, but it is good to have good heroes to emulate. It delivers down the road of life. I don’t know much of Mr. Clayton Moore, whom was the actor in the movie [s], but I can say this, they don’t make his kind anymore. Nor would I care to have my children emulate any new actors of today, God help their souls should they. Anyhow, this is the tale, the story of my first lunchbox you could say, in those far of days of my youth.
In Spanish
By Nancy Penaloza
La Lonchera
1954-1957]
Nosotros no siempre podíamos permitirnos los almuerzos calientes en la escuela de Saint Louis [en Saint Paúl, Minnesota] durante mis años elementales [formativos], por eso mi madre me compró una lonchera, una lonchera diseñada para un Guardabosques Solitario, y estuve orgulloso de poseerlo: sí, supongo, si los niños tuvieran héroes, y no absorciones, él era algo así como mi héroe. Mi madre prepararía mis emparedados de mantequilla de cacahuete, de ningún otro que de la Mantequilla de cacahuete de Peter Pan gars, dudo si ellos venden mas de esa clase; luego por su puesto vino la mantequilla de Skippy Penute sendero abajo, y un poco de evaluación [era yo, de 9 años].
Entonces creo que volvimos y con lo que en adelante la mantequilla de cacahuate fue lo mejor para mi lonchera, pienso, esto tuvo que ser lo mejor para la lonchera de un guardabosques Solitario, ya que yo llevaba su símbolo. Y entre aquellos emparedados, estaba un plátano solitario o la manzana, o la naranja, yo, no siempre esperaba la naranja, era demasiado sucia, y ya, me había pegado un dedo en ello y echando fuera todo el jugo, yendo a lavar mis manos. Más, preferí el plátano.
Entonces mi hermano Miguel y yo nos dirigíamos hacia la escuela, y cuando la hora del almuerzo llegaba, nos dirigíamos hacia el sótano de la escuela de 1886, para almorzar en el comedor. Había diferentes momentos para el almuerzo, por eso, Miguel por estar dos grados más adelante que yo comía , y dejaba la escuela antes que yo, a 2:00 de la tarde, contra, 4:00 de la tarde que lo hacia yo. ¿Pero yo siempre rogaba, que mamá olvidara de comprar el papel de cera para los emparedados, y tener que darnos .25 centavos [o era .15 centavos?] para el almuerzo: sí, prefería el almuerzo caliente al frío, aunque me gustara traer mi lonchera de Guardabosques Solitario.
Si, de hecho, algo, así, recuerdo ahora, mi madre (quien falleció ((el julio de 2003)), gozaba siendo una buena mamá, sé, que ella realmente lo fue. Supongo en los años de adolescente consiguió ella demasiado, como ellas suelen hacer, si no todos los padres, pero pienso (mientras ahora miro hacia atrás y reviso algunas viejas fotografías), ella simplemente solo gozaba siendo mamá; disfrutando ello, amando ello. Esto era algo más que un trabajo para ella. Ella nunca tuvo mucho en la vida, pero ella tenía eso.
Los domingos, el Abuelo, un ruso de constitución fuerte, llamaba a la familia para la cena de la tarde; esto era siempre algo parecido a un banquete. Él era un alma noble, solo maldecido con muy mala lengua. Él podía hacer la mejor cena de domingo que cualquiera podría imaginarse. Y si los parientes no venían para comer, Dios salve sus almas, él comenzaría a maldecir a la forma rusa antigua, y esto podría continuar eternamente, o así parecía. Usted creería que él era cincuenta pies de altura, él era 4 ' 11, sí, justo bajo cinco pies, como mi esposa, y ella piensa que son cincuenta pies de altura. De todos modos ellos vinieron, y que fue dejado encima: el pollo o el jamón, nosotros entraríamos a los almuerzos hasta el día del juicio final [el día del juicio final era, hasta que no quedaba más nada). Creo que el abuelo compró un jamón de 20 libras, dos pollos, salchichas, y la estufa estuvo cocinando a partir de la medianoche, hasta el mediodía del siguiente día, justo antes de que cada uno se siente para comer. A veces las cazuelas de cocina que él ponía en el horno eran tan grandes, apenas aptas.
Pero sí, sí, pienso que hubo un problema: cuando mamá ponía el jamón en los emparedados, y los envolvía en papel encerado, par el almuerzo del siguiente día siguiente, estos estarían empapados, sí de verdad fláccidos como la leche sobre el pan, y usted tendría que jalar la carne. Pero nunca dije nada, a menos que yo terminaría con mantequilla de cacahuate cinco días en enemistad.
En el comedor, Linda Macalley la vigilante del cuarto, teníamos dos grados en nuestro cuarto, y entre treinta y cuarenta estudiantes [cuartos grandes, y muchas cabezas alrededor para revisar), como estuve a punto de decir, Linda Macalley, quien era la más bonita en la clase, y nos sentábamos juntos de vez en cuando, pero más, que ahora, pero pasó. Hasta sobresalí para ella alguna vez, es decir, yo estaba jugando por su casa un día, en el centro de Saint Paul, después de la escuela, andaba mi amigo Miguel Reassert, a su casa (él y Linda Vivian el uno cerca al otro; todos nosotros éramos gente pobre], y él dijo algo sobre ella y una pelea empezó, conseguí estar mejor que él, pero ella consiguió ver a su héroe pelear por ella. Esto no condujo a nada, pero entonces los seguidores del Guardabosques Solitario no podían esperar mucho, ¿podrían ellos ahora? Yo tenía una reputación que mantener para él. Él pudo haber sido mi primer héroe, no estoy seguro, pero está bien tener a héroes buenos para emular. Esto te lleva por el camino de vida. No conozco mucho del Sr. Clayton Moore, quien era el actor en la película [la s], pero puedo decir esto, ellos nunca hacen su carácter. Tampoco me gustaría hacer que mis niños emulasen a cualquier nuevo actor de hoy, Dios ayude a sus almas ¿verdad?, De todos modos, este es el cuento, la historia de mi lonchera de mano usted podría decir, en aquellos muchos años pasados.
See Mr. Siluk's web site and his books and travels at http://dennissiluk.tripod.com
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[1954-1957]
The Lunchbox
[1954-1957] We couldn’t always afford the hot lunches at St. Louis school [in St. Paul, Minnesota] during my elementary years [formative years], so my mother bought me a lunchbox, a Lone Ranger designed lunchbox, and I was proud to own it: yes indeed, very bigheaded about it, I suppose, if kids had heroes, and not absorptions, he was kind of my hero. And my mother would make my peanut butter sandwiches, from none other than Peter Pan Peanut Butter gars, not sure if they sell that kind anymore; then of course came Skippy Peanut butter down the lane, and a little computation [I was 9-years old then].
Then I think we went back and forth with which peanut butter was best for my lunchbox, I mean, it had to be the best for the Lone Ranger lunchbox, for I was carrying his symbol about (and I think I even had some kind of secret badge to a club of his if I recall right). And amongst those sandwiches, were a lone banana or apple, or orange, I hoped not the orange always, it was too messy, and I’d just stick a finger in it and such out all the juice, and go wash my hands. Thus, I preferred the banana.
Then my brother Mike and I would march on down to school, and when lunchtime came, I’d march on down to the basement of the 1886, schoolhouse, and eat lunch in the lunchroom. There were different times for lunch for different classes and grades, and so Mike being two grades higher than I, ate before me, and left school before me, at 2:00 PM, verses, my 4:00 PM. But I always prayed mom would forget to buy wax paper for the sandwiches, and have to give us .25-cents [or was it .15-cents?] for lunch: yes I preferred the hot lunch to the cold, although I liked bringing my Lone Ranger lunchbox.
If, in fact, anything, as I look back now, my mother (who has passed on ((July 1, 2003)), loved being a mom, I mean, she really did. I suppose the years of us boys in our teens got too her, as they do to most parents, if not all parents, but I think (as I now look back and review some old pictures), she just simply like being a mom; enjoyed it, love it. It was more than a job to her. She never had much in life, but she had that.
On Sundays, old Grandpa, Russian built, stout, would call up the family for afternoon dinner; it was always like a banquette it seemed. He was a good ole soul, just cursed with the wicked tongue a lot (as they say in Peru: he had hair on his tongue). He’d make the best Sunday dinners anyone could have imagined. And if the relatives would not come over to eat, God save their souls, he’d start to curse the Old Russian way, and it would go on eternally, or so it seemed. You’d think he was fifty feet tall, he was 4’11, yes, just under five foot, like my wife, and she thinks she’s fifty feet tall to. Anyhow they came, and what was left over: chicken or ham, we’d get in the lunches until doomsday [doomsday being, until there was no more of course]. I mean grandpa bought a 20-pound ham, two chickens, sausage, and the stove was cooking from midnight the day before until noon the following day, just before everyone sat down to eat on Sunday; sometimes his cooking pans he’d put in the oven, were so large, they barely fit.
But yes, yes undeniably, there was a problem though: when mom put the ham onto the sandwiches, and wrapped them in wax paper, by noon the following day, they’d be soggy, yes really, saggy as milk on breed, and you’d have to drag the meat off. But I never said anything, lest I end up with peanut butter five days in a row.
In the lunch room Linda MaCalley the eye catcher of the room, we had two grades in our room, and between thirty and forty students [big rooms, and lots of heads to look over, at and around], as I was about to say, Linda MaCalley, she was the prettiest one in class, and we sat together now and then, more than, than now, but it happened. I even stuck up for her once, that is, I was playing by her house one day, downtown St. Paul, after school, walked my friend Mike Reassert, his home (he and Linda lived by one another; we were all poor folks], and he said something about her and a fight started, I got the better of him, but she got to watch her hero fight for her. It didn’t lead to anything, but then the Lone Ranger’s followers couldn’t expect much, could they now? I had a reputation to uphold for him. He may have been my first hero, I’m not sure, but it is good to have good heroes to emulate. It delivers down the road of life. I don’t know much of Mr. Clayton Moore, whom was the actor in the movie [s], but I can say this, they don’t make his kind anymore. Nor would I care to have my children emulate any new actors of today, God help their souls should they. Anyhow, this is the tale, the story of my first lunchbox you could say, in those far of days of my youth.
In Spanish
By Nancy Penaloza
La Lonchera
1954-1957]
Nosotros no siempre podíamos permitirnos los almuerzos calientes en la escuela de Saint Louis [en Saint Paúl, Minnesota] durante mis años elementales [formativos], por eso mi madre me compró una lonchera, una lonchera diseñada para un Guardabosques Solitario, y estuve orgulloso de poseerlo: sí, supongo, si los niños tuvieran héroes, y no absorciones, él era algo así como mi héroe. Mi madre prepararía mis emparedados de mantequilla de cacahuete, de ningún otro que de la Mantequilla de cacahuete de Peter Pan gars, dudo si ellos venden mas de esa clase; luego por su puesto vino la mantequilla de Skippy Penute sendero abajo, y un poco de evaluación [era yo, de 9 años].
Entonces creo que volvimos y con lo que en adelante la mantequilla de cacahuate fue lo mejor para mi lonchera, pienso, esto tuvo que ser lo mejor para la lonchera de un guardabosques Solitario, ya que yo llevaba su símbolo. Y entre aquellos emparedados, estaba un plátano solitario o la manzana, o la naranja, yo, no siempre esperaba la naranja, era demasiado sucia, y ya, me había pegado un dedo en ello y echando fuera todo el jugo, yendo a lavar mis manos. Más, preferí el plátano.
Entonces mi hermano Miguel y yo nos dirigíamos hacia la escuela, y cuando la hora del almuerzo llegaba, nos dirigíamos hacia el sótano de la escuela de 1886, para almorzar en el comedor. Había diferentes momentos para el almuerzo, por eso, Miguel por estar dos grados más adelante que yo comía , y dejaba la escuela antes que yo, a 2:00 de la tarde, contra, 4:00 de la tarde que lo hacia yo. ¿Pero yo siempre rogaba, que mamá olvidara de comprar el papel de cera para los emparedados, y tener que darnos .25 centavos [o era .15 centavos?] para el almuerzo: sí, prefería el almuerzo caliente al frío, aunque me gustara traer mi lonchera de Guardabosques Solitario.
Si, de hecho, algo, así, recuerdo ahora, mi madre (quien falleció ((el julio de 2003)), gozaba siendo una buena mamá, sé, que ella realmente lo fue. Supongo en los años de adolescente consiguió ella demasiado, como ellas suelen hacer, si no todos los padres, pero pienso (mientras ahora miro hacia atrás y reviso algunas viejas fotografías), ella simplemente solo gozaba siendo mamá; disfrutando ello, amando ello. Esto era algo más que un trabajo para ella. Ella nunca tuvo mucho en la vida, pero ella tenía eso.
Los domingos, el Abuelo, un ruso de constitución fuerte, llamaba a la familia para la cena de la tarde; esto era siempre algo parecido a un banquete. Él era un alma noble, solo maldecido con muy mala lengua. Él podía hacer la mejor cena de domingo que cualquiera podría imaginarse. Y si los parientes no venían para comer, Dios salve sus almas, él comenzaría a maldecir a la forma rusa antigua, y esto podría continuar eternamente, o así parecía. Usted creería que él era cincuenta pies de altura, él era 4 ' 11, sí, justo bajo cinco pies, como mi esposa, y ella piensa que son cincuenta pies de altura. De todos modos ellos vinieron, y que fue dejado encima: el pollo o el jamón, nosotros entraríamos a los almuerzos hasta el día del juicio final [el día del juicio final era, hasta que no quedaba más nada). Creo que el abuelo compró un jamón de 20 libras, dos pollos, salchichas, y la estufa estuvo cocinando a partir de la medianoche, hasta el mediodía del siguiente día, justo antes de que cada uno se siente para comer. A veces las cazuelas de cocina que él ponía en el horno eran tan grandes, apenas aptas.
Pero sí, sí, pienso que hubo un problema: cuando mamá ponía el jamón en los emparedados, y los envolvía en papel encerado, par el almuerzo del siguiente día siguiente, estos estarían empapados, sí de verdad fláccidos como la leche sobre el pan, y usted tendría que jalar la carne. Pero nunca dije nada, a menos que yo terminaría con mantequilla de cacahuate cinco días en enemistad.
En el comedor, Linda Macalley la vigilante del cuarto, teníamos dos grados en nuestro cuarto, y entre treinta y cuarenta estudiantes [cuartos grandes, y muchas cabezas alrededor para revisar), como estuve a punto de decir, Linda Macalley, quien era la más bonita en la clase, y nos sentábamos juntos de vez en cuando, pero más, que ahora, pero pasó. Hasta sobresalí para ella alguna vez, es decir, yo estaba jugando por su casa un día, en el centro de Saint Paul, después de la escuela, andaba mi amigo Miguel Reassert, a su casa (él y Linda Vivian el uno cerca al otro; todos nosotros éramos gente pobre], y él dijo algo sobre ella y una pelea empezó, conseguí estar mejor que él, pero ella consiguió ver a su héroe pelear por ella. Esto no condujo a nada, pero entonces los seguidores del Guardabosques Solitario no podían esperar mucho, ¿podrían ellos ahora? Yo tenía una reputación que mantener para él. Él pudo haber sido mi primer héroe, no estoy seguro, pero está bien tener a héroes buenos para emular. Esto te lleva por el camino de vida. No conozco mucho del Sr. Clayton Moore, quien era el actor en la película [la s], pero puedo decir esto, ellos nunca hacen su carácter. Tampoco me gustaría hacer que mis niños emulasen a cualquier nuevo actor de hoy, Dios ayude a sus almas ¿verdad?, De todos modos, este es el cuento, la historia de mi lonchera de mano usted podría decir, en aquellos muchos años pasados.
See Mr. Siluk's web site and his books and travels at http://dennissiluk.tripod.com
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Sunday, February 1, 2009
My Favorite Food is Back!
I am so excited. No, I didn't win the lottery. I don't gamble.
Tonight when I was at the grocery store, I found my favorite peanut butter. That's why I'm excited. You think that sounds odd? Well it hasn't been on the shelves for a while.
You see, every time I find a food or drink that I like, either the manufacture discontinues it or my grocer quits buying it. The same thing happens when I like a television show (which isn't often anymore). If I like it, the show will be canceled.
But back to my favorite food that hit the shelves again. I love Peter Pan Honey Roast Creamy Peanut Butter. Back in 2007, it was recalled, and when I contacted the company's customer service department, they were not sure Peter Pan would ever make peanut butter again. This was something new. The company had not discontinued the item for no reason. Nor had the grocery store merely decided not to sell that particular product. This peanut butter had a problem. But I didn't care. I wanted them to fix the problem quickly and get it back on the shelves.
Since the recall last year, I have tried every other major brand that has a honey version, plus the store brands. None of them are anything like the Peter Pan peanut butter. I have tried to like the other brands, especially the cheaper store brands. But they don't offer the taste that I crave. The difference between the Peter Pan version and every other peanut butter with honey in them is simple. The others merely taste sweeter than they would have without honey. Peter Pan Honey Roast tastes like it has real honey in it. When I make a sandwich with this peanut butter, it tastes like I put peanut butter on one piece of bread and gobs of honey on the other, and put them together to make a sandwich. It's so yummy.
I had almost given up hope of ever having it again. Almost. Then a few months ago, I noticed that the plain creamy and chunky versions of this brand were back on the shelf. I hoped and hoped and prayed that the one with honey would make it too. Tonight, I found it on the shelf at the store. I brought a jar home and quickly made a sandwich. Boy was it good!
I'm so excited!
Marilyn Mackenzie has been writing about home, family, faith and nature for over 40 years. She is an author on http://www.Writing.Com which is a site for Creative Writers. Her portfolio can be found at http://kenzie.writing.com
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Tonight when I was at the grocery store, I found my favorite peanut butter. That's why I'm excited. You think that sounds odd? Well it hasn't been on the shelves for a while.
You see, every time I find a food or drink that I like, either the manufacture discontinues it or my grocer quits buying it. The same thing happens when I like a television show (which isn't often anymore). If I like it, the show will be canceled.
But back to my favorite food that hit the shelves again. I love Peter Pan Honey Roast Creamy Peanut Butter. Back in 2007, it was recalled, and when I contacted the company's customer service department, they were not sure Peter Pan would ever make peanut butter again. This was something new. The company had not discontinued the item for no reason. Nor had the grocery store merely decided not to sell that particular product. This peanut butter had a problem. But I didn't care. I wanted them to fix the problem quickly and get it back on the shelves.
Since the recall last year, I have tried every other major brand that has a honey version, plus the store brands. None of them are anything like the Peter Pan peanut butter. I have tried to like the other brands, especially the cheaper store brands. But they don't offer the taste that I crave. The difference between the Peter Pan version and every other peanut butter with honey in them is simple. The others merely taste sweeter than they would have without honey. Peter Pan Honey Roast tastes like it has real honey in it. When I make a sandwich with this peanut butter, it tastes like I put peanut butter on one piece of bread and gobs of honey on the other, and put them together to make a sandwich. It's so yummy.
I had almost given up hope of ever having it again. Almost. Then a few months ago, I noticed that the plain creamy and chunky versions of this brand were back on the shelf. I hoped and hoped and prayed that the one with honey would make it too. Tonight, I found it on the shelf at the store. I brought a jar home and quickly made a sandwich. Boy was it good!
I'm so excited!
Marilyn Mackenzie has been writing about home, family, faith and nature for over 40 years. She is an author on http://www.Writing.Com which is a site for Creative Writers. Her portfolio can be found at http://kenzie.writing.com
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