Watching my favorite television shows in color seemed like magic until my younger brother watched Mr. Wizard. Mr. Wizard was a guy, we didn’t ask for credentials back then, who made science exciting by teaching his at-home audience about the refraction of light, friction, and magnetic pull with simple, by today’s standards, experiments.
“Boys and girls never, never take a magnet to the front of your parent’s television,” he said, or at least something to that nature. Well, that’s exactly what my brother Timmy did. Faster that you can suck in all your breath, all the color on the 21” screen, was reduced to a small circle in the corner where the magnet had made contact.
Why am I telling this story? Because sometimes instead of heeding, we test the waters. Last week, Couponman and I attended a healthy cooking class. We prepared and tasted the likes of an edamame humus served with jicama chips (from a slicer they were willing to share with us for $375), a spring salad of shredded beets, carrots, zucchini,cabbage, cucumber, and a fish stew. We learned the maximum heating temperature for various oils, the importance of not buying water in plastic bottles, and how steaming vegetables robs them of nutrients.
“Do we have any spinach?” I asked my personal shopper Couponman, as I prepared dinner that night.
“No. I’ll buy some bunches tomorrow,” he said.
“Why not the leaves in the bag that are already cleaned?” I asked.
“We’ll live longer if we don’t buy vegetables in plastic bags,” he stated. “Remember?”
I couldn’t believe it. Twenty years of not listening to a woman, and suddenly he’s quoting one. “We’re in our sixties,” I implored. “How much time are we going to get for washing our own spinach? Fifteen minutes tops.”
“That’s true,” he sighed.
Today he brought home spinach in a bag, flan, root beer floats, and a pastry. I popped the top from a plastic water bottle to wash it all down.
I feel good. Added bonus — a big smile on my face.
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Fish stew? Ew!!!!!!!!!!! I love fish but that sounds disgusting! The flan and root beer floats – those sound like lunch!
I gather you didn’t take one of those slicers home. Wow! Wish I lived closer ~ I would have invited myself to dinner. Yum!
(Isn’t the water OK if you recycle the bottle?)
At this point in our lives, everything is a trade-off. I do choose fresh instead of canned or frozen, but I agree that life is too short to spend it washing spinach!