Happy Earth Day!

Have you thought about how you eat being related to the state of the planet? Do you actually do something besides “I think that is a great idea. I will give it a try!”? I confess that my efforts have been small. It is so easy to go for the easier way through the store and through the kitchen. I really want to work on this though. I suspect the driving factor is that food waste does cost us a lot of money. You should have seen the guilt on my face as I cleaned out my spices and one of our cupboards recently.

Don’t know why it matters? Read this post: Why Your Personal Food Waste Matters

Need some recipes to make with “dead” food or scraps you’d throw out? Check out 5 Recipes to Reduce Food Waste

What do you do to help reduce food waste in your household?

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Things I Care About

  1.  This blog! I do. It doesn’t show lately, but I really do care about this blog.
  2. My family
  3. The environment! And sharing links I find interesting.  Be sure to watch my Twitter https://twitter.com/thatwoman and my Facebook page (don’t forget to like, follow, receive notifications–because otherwise Facebook is not keen on small pages–even if I am) https://www.facebook.com/TarrantCurates Both are link heavy but show what I am thinking more than anything else these days.

    Sometimes the environment, sometimes news, sometimes funny stuff, book stuff, safety, Israel, or whatever catches my attention (which is a lot!)

  4. Good food and old recipes–particularly if I can either find a healthy retro recipe (They exist!) that is vegan or somehow tempts the taste buds around here.
  5. Books
  6. Fashion (Yes, fashion. Gwynnie Bee owns me in the strangest way ever.)
  7. The news–wars, BlackLivesMatter, the economy, vaccination, children
  8. Mental health, Suicide
  9. GLBT matters
  10. Women’s rights
  11. Dogs! Rescue Dogs!iPhone pics 114
  12. YOU! You haven’t heard from me in a while and I’d love to hear from you. Also, I finally got a replacement for Google Reader so if you have a blog/rss feed–hit me with it in comments.

An American Love Affair

I didn’t get my license until I was over 21. In fact, I had already celebrated my first wedding anniversary before I was licensed to drive.

My children are curiously part of the millennials who don’t look forward to driving at ALL. Except for the youngest, she is chomping at the bit to be licensed. I love her for it. (even though part of me goes “her brain is not developed enough! Wait for 18!”, though there will be no waiting.

Ever since my first highway driving alone, I’ve loved it. Today, I had to drop Denise off to pick up her car. We technically have two cars, but only ever really drive her car–except now I am driving the car Santa gave to Ava that Ava has NEVER driven after she got her license.  I only get to do that for short errands. We live a city life. There is no highway driving in our lives really.

On the way home though, she got out of the car. I sat behind the wheel of the nice blue Dodge (aka Fun House Car) with a REAL engine and great seats. (yeah yeah the Prius makes more sense but whatever) It even has a nice sound system. Thunder Road started to play as I pulled on to the access road. 40 miles per hour and clear road. That is blasting fast roadway around here. I rolled down the window just a bit. Bruce Springsteen told me to let the wind blow back my hair. I accelerated and lost myself back into the strange meditation that is driving a strong car all by myself. The only particular place to go was home. I took the long way and enjoyed every minute. (even as the strange DJ said Pearl Jam was like as old as Buddy Holly)

Denise beat me home. She thought I had gotten lost or was dead in a ditch or something. I wasn’t. I was just being a girl who loves the road, who loves a car that loves the road.

No, the Dodge isn’t environmentally friendly. (though it does pass emissions tests with flying colors) It isn’t beautiful. It does have quirks and is old. But, it thrums with power, life, and music.

I love Rock and Roll…and Women

As we planned our weekend in Cleveland to visit our Freshman College Girl, we decided to skip “Parents’ Weekend” activities. I want to see the library from the inside but other than that–breakfast with the President of the college isn’t high on my list. I prefer breakfast with my baby.

Denise was in agreement about this as was College Girl. She then read up on Cleveland and made plans. I said I wanted to go to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Denise was slightly surprised about this but I explained “I’ve never been. I’ve never even actually been to Cleveland.”(other than to drive through/by) After saying that, I didn’t really inquire into our plans though.

Day 1 was a flurry of typical Denise trip places–she planned well for the vegan daughter, the quirky us, and of course, herself. I figured, ok–rock will have to wait. Then I learned we would be going on Sunday. I groaned because “Time! It will take all day!” and I didn’t want to be getting back late at night. But, ok. We invited one of College Girl’s roommates (her parents were in CA and couldn’t make it for the weekend and hey, what is one more stray. I made sure to let her know she was welcome to come home with RJ if there were breaks she didn’t have somewhere to go.) Off we went. First we stopped at a vegetarian breakfast place. (where RJ ate something that looked like dinner in my book) Roommate had to be back at the school by 2 for some study thing with someone.

Then we were off to Rock. Ok, we were off to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. I was in love from the time we walked in. I COULD have spent all day there. There were movies that we missed. We certainly couldn’t read every single thing on every single sign. It reminded me of the Smithsonian Museum of American History in that way. But, here is where I get grumpy. I am pretty sure there are more First Ladies than women artists showcased in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.

That isn’t to say I wasn’t entranced. I mean–OMG Rock and Roll. I’d certainly go back again and again and again. And if you are a music person who wants to buy music in a non-digital way–it looked like they had a good selection. But, when I ended up in the gift shop–blah. If I had a tot I wanted to blanket in Rock propaganda–I was good. If I was a guy-sure. If I was a woman (and I am) I was limited to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame version of oh, I was going to say “Legos for Girls” but really–not even that. I was irked. I mean point me at a gift shop and I can find something that intrigues me. But really, there? I wandered through and then double checked, then left.

Not only do they need a better representation as a whole in the museum of women who rock–but also consider that women might want something more than a pink glittery tshirt saying I heart the rock and roll hall of fame.