Several chains of Supermarkets in Sweden (like Hemköp, Netto, City Gross) has decided to not sell endangered fish. Finally!
I just wish that they all would also take responsibility and stop selling non ecological bananas. Considering what the pesticide from non ecological banana farms does to the environment and the people living and working on and by these farms, I think that it should be a given for people to not buy or sell bananas that are not organic and fair trade marked.
Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Hung over?
Yesterday I had a dear friend over for dinner.
The dear friend brought a nice bottle of wine.
I had half a glass of wine, for the first time in 14 months.
And today I've got the worst head ache!
Is it really possible to get hung over from half a glass of wine??
Can't be...
Must be the barometric pressure.
The dear friend brought a nice bottle of wine.
I had half a glass of wine, for the first time in 14 months.
And today I've got the worst head ache!
Is it really possible to get hung over from half a glass of wine??
Can't be...
Must be the barometric pressure.
Friday, August 1, 2008
Not my day
Not really my day today it seems.
Was sawing this morning. Well, maybe sawing is an overstatement. A button on my shorts was loose, and I fixed it with needle and thread. A few hours later, when I was sitting down with some friends, I felt something pinching me in my lower regions. After a while I put my hand in my shorts to find out what it was. It was a needle, hanging in a thread. I had just left it hanging there, hadn't cut the thread of after sawing this morning. How can someone be that distracted, dizzy, stupid, call it whatever you want.
Later, when I was boiling carrots and potatoes for Noam's pure, I totally forgot that I had something on the stove. When I finally remembered, the only thing left in the pot, was something black on the bottom. Hm, again, call it whatever you want.
Was sawing this morning. Well, maybe sawing is an overstatement. A button on my shorts was loose, and I fixed it with needle and thread. A few hours later, when I was sitting down with some friends, I felt something pinching me in my lower regions. After a while I put my hand in my shorts to find out what it was. It was a needle, hanging in a thread. I had just left it hanging there, hadn't cut the thread of after sawing this morning. How can someone be that distracted, dizzy, stupid, call it whatever you want.
Later, when I was boiling carrots and potatoes for Noam's pure, I totally forgot that I had something on the stove. When I finally remembered, the only thing left in the pot, was something black on the bottom. Hm, again, call it whatever you want.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
A fun Sunday
Me to Noam with a cheery voice:
"While Dad is in the gym we will eat some sticky potato pure. And after we've cleaned that up we will fold yesterday's laundry. Then, when Dad returns, we will do some very late spring cleaning. Doesn't that sound great?!"
Still with a happy voice. I wonder if Noam managed to see through my fake happiness and excitement about those Sunday tasks.
"While Dad is in the gym we will eat some sticky potato pure. And after we've cleaned that up we will fold yesterday's laundry. Then, when Dad returns, we will do some very late spring cleaning. Doesn't that sound great?!"
Still with a happy voice. I wonder if Noam managed to see through my fake happiness and excitement about those Sunday tasks.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Noam's first taste of solids - the movie
Well, I was planning on solely posting this film on the blog where I write things about Noam, but I thought I could post it here too.
Friday, April 25, 2008
My daughter on speed?
The other day I felt a bit naughty. So I had both coffee and a big piece of a very sweet cake.
I don't drink much coffee. And I don't eat much cake. Which is why I'm thinking that maybe it's not the best for my daughters stomach, as it's not the best for mine, as I'm not that used to it.
But, as I said, a few days ago, I had both.
I felt a bit sick afterwards. Should have had a smaller piece. But at least Noam's stomach seemed to be dealing with it without problems.
The rest of her seemed a bit affected though. The kid stayed awake all day! And then the next day again! She barely slept at all, just nodded off a few times.
So either the coffee and sugar actually did give her some sort of rush, or she has a dealer that provides her with some heavy stuff.
Or she just found her Mum so exiting that she wanted to spend as much time with her as possible.
Probably, and hopefully, the last one is most close to the truth. And I don't blame her. I found myself pretty exiting too.
I don't drink much coffee. And I don't eat much cake. Which is why I'm thinking that maybe it's not the best for my daughters stomach, as it's not the best for mine, as I'm not that used to it.
But, as I said, a few days ago, I had both.
I felt a bit sick afterwards. Should have had a smaller piece. But at least Noam's stomach seemed to be dealing with it without problems.
The rest of her seemed a bit affected though. The kid stayed awake all day! And then the next day again! She barely slept at all, just nodded off a few times.
So either the coffee and sugar actually did give her some sort of rush, or she has a dealer that provides her with some heavy stuff.
Or she just found her Mum so exiting that she wanted to spend as much time with her as possible.
Probably, and hopefully, the last one is most close to the truth. And I don't blame her. I found myself pretty exiting too.
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Makes me furious
The Swedish newspaper DN is writing about big European fishing boats emptying the West African waters. Another example on how the West is swollowing the Earth's resources, while poorer countries are more or less forced to obey.
Makes me furious.
Makes me furious.
Monday, February 11, 2008
This is getting ridiculous!
This is getting ridiculous!
I do not know if Noam is stealing everything that I eat these days, or if it's me that has created a food addiction or expansion of my stomach, during the time that I've been stuffing myself to get Noam to gain weight.
No matter what the reason is I am now hungry all the time! I finish eating something and 20 minutes later I'm starving again. It's crazy!
I'm telling you, the money we spend on food will increase quite a bit if this is going to be the case for another three to four weeks.
Well, at least it keeps me busy.
I do not know if Noam is stealing everything that I eat these days, or if it's me that has created a food addiction or expansion of my stomach, during the time that I've been stuffing myself to get Noam to gain weight.
No matter what the reason is I am now hungry all the time! I finish eating something and 20 minutes later I'm starving again. It's crazy!
I'm telling you, the money we spend on food will increase quite a bit if this is going to be the case for another three to four weeks.
Well, at least it keeps me busy.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
A report from the woman in house arrest
Think I gained half a kilo since yesterday morning, from just sitting on my ass and eating horrible stuff. So obviously the technique works.
Can't do the same thing today though, as I still feel sick from the stuff I ate yesterday. Think I will have to go to the supermarket and buy lots of nuts, fruits, berries, and yoghurt. As those are things I can't get enough of and therefore can eat, and eat, and eat.
I am going to show that bathroom scale a few things!
Can't do the same thing today though, as I still feel sick from the stuff I ate yesterday. Think I will have to go to the supermarket and buy lots of nuts, fruits, berries, and yoghurt. As those are things I can't get enough of and therefore can eat, and eat, and eat.
I am going to show that bathroom scale a few things!
Saturday, January 26, 2008
This is the case
This is the case:
When I saw the midwife on Thursday she measured my womb from the outside, like she always does. The result was a bit worrying as it seemed like Noam had barely grown during the last two weeks.
I got very scared when the midwife said that I would have to go to do an emergency ultra sound the next day. The word emergency is a scary one, especially when you're talking about the child that you're carrying inside your womb, that you have come to love before you've even met.
It was 24 scary hours before I did the ultrasound. The information from the ultrasound made me a bit calmer though.
Noam is small, but I always knew that. She seems to be happy and healthy, but because she is small (16 % less than average), and because the midwife was a little bit worried that she hadn't grown so well the last two weeks, I will have to do another ultrasound two weeks from now, to make sure that she is growing. If not they need to take actions from there, and I am of course a bit worried, but I do not want to think about that right now, as worrying does not help the situation. And the midwife seems calm, so that is reassuring.
But on top of this I have a bit too many Braxton Hicks contractions right now. Too many could end up in a premature birth, and that is something that is not preferred, especially not when Noam is not that big. So to try to reduce the amount of contractions I have been told by the midwife to stop working out/exercise.
Basically I shouldn't do things that give me contractions and when I get them I should try to slow down and relax. This means basically sitting in the sofa, as most things give me contractions at the moment.
On top of that I should try to decrease the amount of stress in general that I put on myself, and the midwife suggested that maybe it would be better if I did not keep on studying (I've already quit work, but continued my studies). This as stress could affect the growth of the child, and as we know that Noam is small, it's better being safe than sorry.
Finally I should also try to put some more weight on if possible. This is for my own sake, the midwife says, as my amount of body fat, or lack off, does not affect the baby, but fat is needed for the birth and the breast feeding afterwards. But even if she says that my fat is not related to Noams growing, I cannot help feeling like it could be connected.
So, today I wrote to my teacher saying that I will not be studying anymore this term. I have had a nap. I have sat in front of the computer and the TV. Basically I've done nothing. And I have eaten a pizza (even though I hate pizza). And I have even had some cookies.
Now I'm totally bored, just from knowing that this is the way my days will look for a few weeks now. The thought of no exercise and no studies scares me, as it's something that plays a big part for my happiness. So it does make me pretty depressed, and I am fearing that I will drive both my husband and myself crazy during these weeks left of my pregnancy.
The good thing is though, that me doing basically nothing during the day has decreased the amount of contractions a lot. And even though I've realized that pizza is not the deal, as it might put more fat on my body, but does make me feel sick, I am determined to figure something else out, for putting a few more kilos on.
And as long as Noam is happy and arrives in good health it's all fine of course. Can't wait to see her.
When I saw the midwife on Thursday she measured my womb from the outside, like she always does. The result was a bit worrying as it seemed like Noam had barely grown during the last two weeks.
I got very scared when the midwife said that I would have to go to do an emergency ultra sound the next day. The word emergency is a scary one, especially when you're talking about the child that you're carrying inside your womb, that you have come to love before you've even met.
It was 24 scary hours before I did the ultrasound. The information from the ultrasound made me a bit calmer though.
Noam is small, but I always knew that. She seems to be happy and healthy, but because she is small (16 % less than average), and because the midwife was a little bit worried that she hadn't grown so well the last two weeks, I will have to do another ultrasound two weeks from now, to make sure that she is growing. If not they need to take actions from there, and I am of course a bit worried, but I do not want to think about that right now, as worrying does not help the situation. And the midwife seems calm, so that is reassuring.
But on top of this I have a bit too many Braxton Hicks contractions right now. Too many could end up in a premature birth, and that is something that is not preferred, especially not when Noam is not that big. So to try to reduce the amount of contractions I have been told by the midwife to stop working out/exercise.
Basically I shouldn't do things that give me contractions and when I get them I should try to slow down and relax. This means basically sitting in the sofa, as most things give me contractions at the moment.
On top of that I should try to decrease the amount of stress in general that I put on myself, and the midwife suggested that maybe it would be better if I did not keep on studying (I've already quit work, but continued my studies). This as stress could affect the growth of the child, and as we know that Noam is small, it's better being safe than sorry.
Finally I should also try to put some more weight on if possible. This is for my own sake, the midwife says, as my amount of body fat, or lack off, does not affect the baby, but fat is needed for the birth and the breast feeding afterwards. But even if she says that my fat is not related to Noams growing, I cannot help feeling like it could be connected.
So, today I wrote to my teacher saying that I will not be studying anymore this term. I have had a nap. I have sat in front of the computer and the TV. Basically I've done nothing. And I have eaten a pizza (even though I hate pizza). And I have even had some cookies.
Now I'm totally bored, just from knowing that this is the way my days will look for a few weeks now. The thought of no exercise and no studies scares me, as it's something that plays a big part for my happiness. So it does make me pretty depressed, and I am fearing that I will drive both my husband and myself crazy during these weeks left of my pregnancy.
The good thing is though, that me doing basically nothing during the day has decreased the amount of contractions a lot. And even though I've realized that pizza is not the deal, as it might put more fat on my body, but does make me feel sick, I am determined to figure something else out, for putting a few more kilos on.
And as long as Noam is happy and arrives in good health it's all fine of course. Can't wait to see her.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Nasty tasting tea - a great experience at work
Even though I gave up the idea about becoming a psychologist a few years ago, and decided to take a slightly different path, the way us human beings react, think, act and behave fascinates me (and sometimes scares me).
I find the smallest things interesting. Yesterday it happened when I was sitting with a cup of tea in my hand. The tea was a certain kind of tea that I've been drinking a lot at work, because that was the tea available.
It hit me, when I was sitting there, with the cup of tea in my hand, that I actually felt like if I was at work. The flavor, the scent of the tea, and the fact that I had to use a small tea cup (which I never do, but now had to do to get some flavor out of this tea bag) totally made me feel like if I was at work. It was a strange feeling.
Then I started to examine the feeling a bit. And I realized that I could not drink the tea, could not finish what was left in the cup. All of the sudden it tasted horrible.
And it wasn't the fact that it reminded me of work. It was the fact that at work a cup of tea (most of the time this tea in particular) was something that symbolized a few moments on my on in the morning, a nice time in front of the TV or the computer before going to bed (yes, I did and was supposed to sleep at work) or a chat with my colleagues.
Without those things the tea tasted horrible. At home I'm used to drinking all different kinds of nice tea, and this nasty tasting tea did not fit in my sofa at home. Still, at work, because of what it symbolized I had enjoyed it a lot. Funny, right?
I find the smallest things interesting. Yesterday it happened when I was sitting with a cup of tea in my hand. The tea was a certain kind of tea that I've been drinking a lot at work, because that was the tea available.
It hit me, when I was sitting there, with the cup of tea in my hand, that I actually felt like if I was at work. The flavor, the scent of the tea, and the fact that I had to use a small tea cup (which I never do, but now had to do to get some flavor out of this tea bag) totally made me feel like if I was at work. It was a strange feeling.
Then I started to examine the feeling a bit. And I realized that I could not drink the tea, could not finish what was left in the cup. All of the sudden it tasted horrible.
And it wasn't the fact that it reminded me of work. It was the fact that at work a cup of tea (most of the time this tea in particular) was something that symbolized a few moments on my on in the morning, a nice time in front of the TV or the computer before going to bed (yes, I did and was supposed to sleep at work) or a chat with my colleagues.
Without those things the tea tasted horrible. At home I'm used to drinking all different kinds of nice tea, and this nasty tasting tea did not fit in my sofa at home. Still, at work, because of what it symbolized I had enjoyed it a lot. Funny, right?
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Downsizing - another condition of mine?
A friend of mine yesterday jokingly said that she is downsizing at the moment. This as she's quit her job, without having a new one, and is now forced to hold on to the little amount of saved money that she's got, until she finds herself a new job.
She said that it had felt pretty nice having people over and offering them a three year old melon liquor instead of going out to buy a new bottle of wine.
I started thinking, and realized that if that is what downsizing means, then I'm the typical downsizing person. And it's all because of my mum.
If you say to my mum: "Oh, you bought yourself a new pair of shoes!", she replies proudly : "Yes, I found them on sale for a hundred SEK (15 USD)".
And all my life she's been the kind of person who never throws away food. She saves every little thing and hope that it will not go to waste.
Those are just two examples. And I'm exactly the same,
I actually enjoy being broke once in a while. Because being broke means having to do with what you've got.
When my husband manages to cook something really brilliant with ingredients that we've had for a while, instead of buying other ingredients, I feel like I've won the lottery.
I even, to some extent, make my choices on what to eat in the fridge, based on what would expire first.
If I need a pair of shoes, and I manage to buy them on sale, I feel like I've gained money and not spent money.
When all my school books are available at the library, and I don't have to buy any of them, I feel such joy.
Again, those are just a few examples. And I've got my mum to thank for it.
That's me. Maybe another one of my many conditions. Or maybe it's just common sense?
She said that it had felt pretty nice having people over and offering them a three year old melon liquor instead of going out to buy a new bottle of wine.
I started thinking, and realized that if that is what downsizing means, then I'm the typical downsizing person. And it's all because of my mum.
If you say to my mum: "Oh, you bought yourself a new pair of shoes!", she replies proudly : "Yes, I found them on sale for a hundred SEK (15 USD)".
And all my life she's been the kind of person who never throws away food. She saves every little thing and hope that it will not go to waste.
Those are just two examples. And I'm exactly the same,
I actually enjoy being broke once in a while. Because being broke means having to do with what you've got.
When my husband manages to cook something really brilliant with ingredients that we've had for a while, instead of buying other ingredients, I feel like I've won the lottery.
I even, to some extent, make my choices on what to eat in the fridge, based on what would expire first.
If I need a pair of shoes, and I manage to buy them on sale, I feel like I've gained money and not spent money.
When all my school books are available at the library, and I don't have to buy any of them, I feel such joy.
Again, those are just a few examples. And I've got my mum to thank for it.
That's me. Maybe another one of my many conditions. Or maybe it's just common sense?
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Does pregnancy provide you with cooking skills?
In my marriage one of us does most of the cooking. It's not me.
I used to really suck at cooking. These days I'm a bit better, because I've learnt a lot from my husband over the years. But I still suck compared to him, so I do not really see the point of cooking.
I mean, I love good food, so why should I eat less good food, when my husband can make miracles in the kitchen?
Lately though, I've been cooking a bit more than usual. I'm not sure if it's because I'm so much more hungry, being pregnant and all that, that I can't be bothered to wait for my husband to get of his ass to make me food. Or if it's just that my husband has been extra lazy recently.
I don't know, but anyway, I have been cooking. And the strange thing is that it's tasted pretty nice. My husband has even praised my food a few times, and that does not happen normally, believe me! Today he even said that there is hope for our unborn daughter.
So, is it possible that pregnancy actually also provides you with some sort of cooking skill, for the survival of the human race? Or is it just my husband being smart, realizing that if I haven't learnt now, I will never learn, so it's better encouraging me, even if my food suck, as our kid is going to have to eat it once in a while anyway.
I used to really suck at cooking. These days I'm a bit better, because I've learnt a lot from my husband over the years. But I still suck compared to him, so I do not really see the point of cooking.
I mean, I love good food, so why should I eat less good food, when my husband can make miracles in the kitchen?
Lately though, I've been cooking a bit more than usual. I'm not sure if it's because I'm so much more hungry, being pregnant and all that, that I can't be bothered to wait for my husband to get of his ass to make me food. Or if it's just that my husband has been extra lazy recently.
I don't know, but anyway, I have been cooking. And the strange thing is that it's tasted pretty nice. My husband has even praised my food a few times, and that does not happen normally, believe me! Today he even said that there is hope for our unborn daughter.
So, is it possible that pregnancy actually also provides you with some sort of cooking skill, for the survival of the human race? Or is it just my husband being smart, realizing that if I haven't learnt now, I will never learn, so it's better encouraging me, even if my food suck, as our kid is going to have to eat it once in a while anyway.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Feeling of Pleasure vs Feeling of Pain
I am totally addicted to chili. Fresh chili, that is. I just love it. But why is it that us human beings don't know when we've reached our limit?
I remember once, in Ghana, when I decided to eat a mixture including lots of fresh chili. I was warned by my husband and the house keeper, and still I ate it. It was lovely.
But the next day it wasn't lovely anymore. I was sitting on the toilet crying from a burning pain in places you don't want a burning pain.
And yesterday I did it again. My husband and I went to a nice Thai restaurant in Vasastan, Stockholm. (It's called Narknoi if anyone reading this would like to go there.) As I'd been there before I knew exactly what I wanted for a starter. They have this really nice, and really hot cucumber/lime/chili salad. I just had to have it, even though I could clearly remember what it had done to me the last time.
I ordered. I ate. I cried. Snot was running. Sweat was running. And I could barely speak for 15 minutes as my tounge felt all swollen. I was in pain!
So, what is it with us people? Why is it that I know that, even though it's painful, I will order the same salad the next time too? Is the feeling of pleasure (the lovely taste I mean) so much stronger and more memorable than the feeling of pain?
I remember once, in Ghana, when I decided to eat a mixture including lots of fresh chili. I was warned by my husband and the house keeper, and still I ate it. It was lovely.
But the next day it wasn't lovely anymore. I was sitting on the toilet crying from a burning pain in places you don't want a burning pain.
And yesterday I did it again. My husband and I went to a nice Thai restaurant in Vasastan, Stockholm. (It's called Narknoi if anyone reading this would like to go there.) As I'd been there before I knew exactly what I wanted for a starter. They have this really nice, and really hot cucumber/lime/chili salad. I just had to have it, even though I could clearly remember what it had done to me the last time.
I ordered. I ate. I cried. Snot was running. Sweat was running. And I could barely speak for 15 minutes as my tounge felt all swollen. I was in pain!
So, what is it with us people? Why is it that I know that, even though it's painful, I will order the same salad the next time too? Is the feeling of pleasure (the lovely taste I mean) so much stronger and more memorable than the feeling of pain?
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