Asha Anujeeva

I like to shop at Army and Navy stores. When I’m shopping at a place like that, such as the Workinggear.com website I know that I’m getting top quality merchandise.  I’ve always liked the durability of Carhartt and Levi’s, and they have a good selection of their products on their website.  I like to order my Levi’s in men’s sizes; the men’s jeans have great pockets that you can’t get in women’s jeans, and they fit better too!

I’ve noticed that they have a lot of kid’s Harley Davidson boots and sneakers on their site, too! I might buy a pair of the sneakers for my younger brother! I’m sure that he’d get a kick out of them!

With the economy as bad as it is, I have cut way back on luxuries like eating out. But I have been invited to join some friends (at their expense) at the local Red Lobster for dinner tonight. They are celebrating their 10th wedding anniversary and want me to join them in a small dinner party. So, I was MORE THAN happy to say YES YES YES to the invitation! I haven’t eaten at Red Lobster for about seven years, I really LIKE it a lot, there just isn’t one that is really close by where I live, and my budget is tight, so I don’t go often. Our friends are picking me up and taking me there, so I am thrilled with the arrangement!

I LOVE lobster AND shrimp, I plan to order a meal that has BOTH!

My best friend has been telling me that one of the biggest disadvantages to living in an apartment is dealing with the occasional noisy neighbors. I’m not talking about the ones with children, because I know that sometimes children get boisterous, or hurt and cry. I’m talking about the neighbors who play their television or music so loud that you can hear it before you even enter the building! And that is not always bad, if they are having a party and it’s reasonable hours, but when they make so much noise so late into the night many nights of the week so that other neighbors aren’t able to sleep, then there is a dilemma. If you knock on their door at a time when the noise isn’t happening and introduce yourself and ask politely to keep the noise down so others can sleep they might not react very nicely. You could, in fact, be putting yourself in harm’s way. But it seems so cold and heartless to just complain to the building manager about that! What would YOU do?

Growing up in my parent’s house, when presented at the dinner table with a new or unfamiliar food, the household rule was that you are expected to (at the very least) try one bite. If you don’t like it, you force yourself to swallow it without a lot of drama or facial contortions and politely say, “I’m sorry, but I don’t care for that.” You were (and still are) to always respect the fact that our mother made a huge effort to shop for, prepare, cook and serve a variety of wholesome and tasty foods, day after day after day just for our benefit and enjoyment. And our mother respected that fact that trying to please the tastebuds of seven people every night was a daunting task, especially when little sister announced out of the blue that from here forward she would be a vegetarian and refused to eat meat, poultry or fish. But I do appreciate the fact that my parents exposed us to a variety of foods at the family dinner table and it not only enriched our lives but taught us to appreciate and respect each other, as well.

I was just scrounging around the kitchen, looking for a snack to eat that would not be a “horrible, bad for you” type of snack. I decided on an English muffin. Every couple of months I decide to buy a package of English muffins at the store and bring them home. I like them from time to time with some orange marmalade on them. When I prepare them and put the marmalade on them I often wonder who invented these fine items and who decided to pair them up together? I often wonder who discovered or invented different things we could eat. But don’t even get me started on scrapple! Once I found out what was in scrapple, I vowed never to eat it again!

I always think of my now deceased aunt and uncle when I eat English muffins with marmalade. They would always prepare them for us as a snack when we would go over and visit them. Funny how foods remind you of certain people, isn’t it! They taught me to use a long handled ice tea spoon to take the marmalade out of the jar, to control how much you got, and then to spread it with the back of the spoon. Funny how so many people I know use knives for their jams, jellies and preserves! I don’t know many who use spoons!