Sunday, April 22, 2012

Georgia caviar

Onto this blog, I've posted
          poems and rants,
          musings and slants,
          photos and news,
          riddles and reviews.
Why not a recipe?

As some of you are aware, I was born in Georgia, just south of Atlanta in a village with an audaciously presumptuous name–Oxford. There is actually an institution of higher learning there, no less than the original campus of Emory University, est. 1836. Emory moved to Atlanta in 1919, but kept the Oxford campus active. Formerly Emory at Oxford, the two-year school is now known as Oxford College of Emory University.

Moving along... Oxymoronic as it may sound, Georgia caviar is quite good. I received the recipe from my brother, Larry, who says he got it from our sister, Tina. From where she got it I have no idea.

Georgia caviar
Best when made the day before and refrigerated overnight. 
Serves 20 as an appetizer.

Ingredients
   4 cans (15.8 oz) Bush's black-eyed peas
   1 large sweet onion, chopped
   1 large green pepper, chopped
   1 Jalapeno pepper, chopped fine
   8 oz (more or less) Zesty Italian oil & vinegar dressing
   salt and pepper
   6-10 drops Tabasco sauce (optional)

In a large bowl...
   add black-eyed peas, drain but do NOT wash
   add chopped onion & peppers
   stir in Zesty Italian dressing, moist but not soupy
   add Tabasco sauce (or not)
   salt & pepper to taste

Serve with Frito Corn Chip "Scoops" (one family size bag)

Hmmm... I wonder if the students at Oxford College are aware of this recipe.
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Trickle, trickle...

Some politicians and economists maintain that reducing taxes on the wealthy provides investment for businesses and corporations, which will result in more jobs for workers. That is, the untaxed money will "trickle down" through organizations to the level of the individual workers in the form of more jobs and better pay.

Let's examine this premise:

In a capitalist society, why does a business or corporation exist? Answer: to make money for investors–its proprietors, its stockholders, or venture capitalists. No for-profit organization is in the business of providing jobs for the society's citizens.

So, why should a business or corporation create jobs? A business hires new workers only if there is the probability of a positive return on investment (ROI). The CEO or company president asks: Will adding an employee increase the bottom line? If the answer is yes, a job is created and a person is hired. If no, even though there may be plenty of cash in the bank (because of reduced taxes or increased profits), there will be no job creation.

            Jobs are created by demand for products and services.

If, as now, the economy is in turmoil–high unemployment, risk of inflation (or deflation), political indecision, looming governmental regulation, uncertain interest rates, etc.–where will the increased demand for products come from?

          Workers, here and abroad, are the ultimate consumers.

Consumers provide 70% of the gross domestic product (GDP) of the nation. To do so, consumers must have money to purchase products and services. If too many workers are unemployed or underemployed, demand for products and services falters, which leads to lay-offs and pay cuts, creating a downward spiral of further decreased demand and increased lay-offs and pay cuts.

What do we do when that spiral reaches bottom, when all else fails? When the economy does not respond to lower interest rates, lower corporate taxes, extended unemployment benefits, tax breaks for individuals, etc. What then?

          The federal government must step in and create jobs,
           even if this must be done through deficit spending. 


The Fed can create jobs by:
   (1) providing money to the States to rehire teachers, police, and firefighters;
   (2) creating projects to improve the nation's infrastructure;
   (3) rehiring furloughed government workers at the federal level.

          Follow the money.

Federally funded jobs create income for workers. Workers spend money to purchase goods and services to meet their needs and desires. To meet the increased demand for goods and services businesses and corporations hire more workers.  The spiral rebounds, turning upward again. The economy grows. All is well.

          This is not rocket science. Think about it.

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Note: Many of the ideas expressed above are second hand. If you want to know what a real economist thinks,  read the blog of Robert Reich.

Simple gift

Though optimistic, I am not blind to the reality of pancreatic cancer. It has one of the lowest survival rate of all the cancers. Just 6% of patients survive beyond five years from their initial diagnosis. My oncological surgeon told me I have a 50% chance for two years and 25% for five years of more.

A student of existential psychology once noted, "I know only two things: I am alive today and one day I shall be dead. The questions is what to do in the interim." This is the challenge faced by all of us, of course, but with special emphasis by those of us with a terminal illness.

Time to create a "bucket list" of what to do in the interim. Time to think of a legacy of thoughts and/or material resources. Time to consider spiritual matters.

 A man or woman of 50 years is not likely to say, "Let's see, I have about 30 or 40 years to live. How shall I spend my time?" They simply live day to day with no thought of an end to life. So maybe I should consider my pc a gift?
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Friday, April 6, 2012

The Price of Unconditional Love


For reasons which will soon become clear, I call him "Romeo". According to the veterinarian's notes, he's a "Labrador-X", which I take to mean he's of dubious heritage, but mostly Lab. He showed up about a month ago having followed his nose to my brother's Rottweiler bitch, Marley, who was emitting "come hither" pheromones in abundance.

You could count his ribs ribs through his blue-black fur; his back slumped like an old plow horse; his eyes were clouded with mucous. While perky around Marley, he had a depressed hang-dog look otherwise. Sucker that I am, I took pity on him and invited him to dinner. I've been his "best friend forever" ever since.

Romeo came with no collar, no tags, and scanning by the vet found no ID chip. I posted his picture with the two local veterinarians and with Animal Control offices of both the city and the county. I even posted a "Found Dog" sign on the highway. No luck, despite indications that he had been domesticated: he's house-trained, he's affectionate, he obeys commands to sit and stay. He also insists that he's not a junkyard dog but an inside dog, i.e., he rushes an open door, he can negotiate stairs, he prefers people food over dog food, and he knows what a bed is for. So far he hasn't chewed up my shoes nor emptied the garbage can onto the kitchen floor.

               All in all, he's a wonderful pet. The thing is,
               I don't really need a pet. The space in my RV
               home is a very limited 290 sq ft. A 55 lb best
               friend under foot is cumbersome at best.

Still, I was concerned about his health so I took him to the vet, thinking I could find him a home later. He received an overall evaluation, a canine wellness panel, a parasite exam, and three vaccines. That, plus pills for the hookworms discovered, came to $238.50. The next day I was informed that the test for heart-worms was positive. OMG! I had heard treatment for heart-worms was expensive. It is: $592.80! Grand total: $831.30. Ouch!

So, I have my chemotherapy and Romeo has his treatment for heart-worms and hookworms. Our "meds" sit side by side on the table. Don't even ask why I'm doing this. Maybe it's guilt: how could I accept cost-free Medicare treatment for my "pc" and deny him relief from the not-his-fault parasites in his body? And maybe, just maybe it's those soft velvety ears and the pleading looks from those big brown eyes imploring me to return his unconditional love by buying back his good health.
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