HUNGRY GERALD

Things are looking up for the crippled geezer. After a failed Canadian hip surgery, HG returned to Rhode Island for a second surgery. After going under the knife HG landed at rehab center in Warren, RI. The therapy seems to be working. Progress comes in small increments, of course,but HG sees light at the end of the tunnel. Might be home and semi normal within two weeks (hopefully). Happy news. Donald Kitchen (and wife Susan) will be in Rhode Island this month visiting their granddaughter. Donald was HG’s brilliant professional colleague for many years at Gerald Freeman, Inc. as was the other valued colleague, Bruce Maguire. Both went on to big time careers heading their own PR firms after HG retired from the business 37 years ago. Miss them both and hope we see Kitchen during his trip. Would be a delight.

Fractured hip recuperation is a difficult and painful time for HG. The simplest thing is a mighty challenge. Fortunately, HG’s wife BSK is a great nurse. BSK does everything possible to ease HG’s plight. BSK washes, showers, dresses the old guy. BSK gets HG into bed, helps HG to stand up, and sit down. The amount of things BSK does for BSK is staggering. Not surprising that BSK is exhausted at the end of the day. BSK does all of the financial and household management chores in addition.  And, BSK cooks. Great comforting food with an emphasis on protein.  Korean “Fire Chicken”, Israeli shakshuka are some recent taste tinglers. HG/BSK celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary this summer.  We’ve had great times. This is a tough time but hopeful we’ll get through it.

For some odd reason, HG did not eat Hummus, the middle eastern treat of pureed chickpeas, lemon juice and spices. Gifted daughter Lesley R. has turned that around — she has been serving HG Hummus for lunch and dinner appetizer with a mound of Baba Ganoush, the yummy middle eastern eggplant good stuff. Last night, HG watched BSK and Lesley eat a substantial meal of shrimp with quinoa. BSK was allergic to crustaceans for a number of years. The love of HG’s life is making up for the loss by gobbling shrimp galore. HG followed HG’s appetizer with Lesley’s incomparable soft scrambled eggs with goat cheese and butter. Two modest glasses of red wine. Delight.

Chilly, rainy day on Prince Edward Island. September on PEI is usually a very good weather month. Sunshine. Blue skies. Cool breezes, And, local oysters are getting their autumn flavors.  Well, the oysters are splendid  (Gifted daughter Lesley R, has learned how to shuck them). However, the weather remains dismal. HG has required comfort food.  And, that’s what HG got at supper last night and lunch today: Namely, Orzo with cottage cheese, butter, sea salt, and many grinds of the pepper mill. Chased away HG’s blues. Thanks, BSK and Lesley.

If you follow HG’s blog, you know that HG loves HG’s gifted daughter, Lesley R. HG considers her to be a modern day renaissance woman. She has a demanding career as Communications Director for one of Rhode Island’s largest health care providers. For years she has been the family cook for husband, Profesore Massimo, and their two daughters (now grown  up women). She has also catered the many academic social events hosted by Massimo. Lesley is a brilliant cook (swift and efficient). And though her daughters are adults engaged in business and academic careers, they rely upon their Mother for advice and counsel on everything from cooking to “relationships.” And, Lesley is active in managing the family’s finances and home repair projects. Tonight, Lesley. used her culinary skills to enhance supper at the family’s oceanfront home on Prince Edward Island.  Yes, on PEI dinner is called “supper.” Lesley shucked Colville Bay oysters as a starter. (this was the first  time shucking for Lesley and, no surprise, they were done perfectly and were delicious). This was followed by Lesley’s crisp and delicious zucchini blossoms. Heavenly. Main dish was BSK’s potato and leek soup, BSK, also a very talented cook, enhanced the dish with bacon bits and baby sweet peas  HG, still recuperating from hip surgery, ate well and admired the two remarkable women. 

HG is always saddened by the sight at a supermarket checkout counter of a woman (children trailing) pushing a market stroller filled with large amounts of Coke, Pepsi, Dr. Pepper, Sprite, etc. Not an ounce of nutrition in any of this junk—just sugar and chemicals. Fattening fluids that sugar coat the tongue. It was a pioneering man in the long ago midwest named F.W. Kellogg who encouraged Americans to abandon their grease bomb breakfasts for his corn flakes. Now, take a look at dry cereal shelves at your local store. More than a score of brands, targeted at kids and advertised to them, are filled with gross amounts of processed sugar i.e. corn syrup. This is the tiny tip of the iceberg. The American diet is based on processed, sugary food. The result is a prevalence of obesity and other health challenges related to the ludicrous American diet. Yes, there’s been new interest in eating natural-no chemicals or “additive”–foods. But, all this good stuff applies to the better educated (and more prosperous) part of the population.–and not the overwhelming majority. That’s why working  class families (who work at more than one job) are forced to rely on “fast food” and processed junk food to stay alive. A note from gourmand HG: Chinese food is getting sweeter. Ouch!

No actor influenced HG more than Bela Lugosii. HG’s beloved late sister, Beulah  (then aged 12)  and HG (aged 5) went to the Loew’s Ellesmere movie theater (Working class East  Bronx) for a showing of “Dracula”. Talk about scary!! Bela Lugosi’s portrait of the undead Count scared the hell out of little HG; and, it left HG with a neurotic fear of bats. BSK cured the fear by telling HG that bats were efficient mosquito killers. Horror movies? Only “Psycho” provided on par chilly thrills (made teenage BSK and boyfriend frozen with fear) . Lugosi was buried in his “Dracula Cape”. Lugosi’s widow and an ex-wife paid the funeral expenses; however, Frank Sinatra visited Lugosi when Bela was hospitalized before his death and sent him a $1,000 check. Hey, what’s that lurking in the clouds???

There’s an old saying (French, possibly): When we think of the past we regret and when we think of the future we fear. True. That means the present is what we have.  HG has voluminous regrets about HG’s past. However, the past is gone. “Swept into the dustbin of history” (Trotsky). Dear friend Rev.DeForrest “Buster” Soaries would always stress “Meantime” in his sermons. He would note that  prayers would help his parishioners reach heaven, but that’s a long process. In the “Meantime” he called for direct action in terms of voting, community actions, jobs, housing, police activity, etc. Frightening future–Trump Fascism, climate warming, nuclear war. Italians put it this way when thinking about the fearful future: Life is short. The end is ugly and frightening, So, in the “Meantime” let’s have a good meal. Good meals and thoughtful care are among the many wonderful things BSK and Lesley R. do for old (and presently recuperating from surgery) HG. Though HG will be 94 in November, HG does little contemplating about the inevitable beyond hoping it will be swift and relatively painless. At this moment (2PM, Sept. 10), HG is writing and looking at the  sea panorama from HG/BSK’s Prince Edward Island home. HG has  “Today”—and, it’s grand.

HG/BSK awakened 22 years ago in HG/BSK’s Denver bedroom. Horror on TV as Al Qaeda terrorists struck New York’s Twin Towers with two airliners, Another struck the Pentagon in Washington. Brave passengers caused a fourth plane to crash in a Pennsylvania field. Some 3,000 people died in the 9/11 catastrophe. This included firemen, policemen, first responders, etc.  All of the victims are being honored in New York (and elsewhere) ceremonies today. SJ lived near the Twin Towers but, happily, was not damaged by the fallout. Life, inevitably, must go on. Though sobered by the memory. HG enjoyed the tasty breakfast of a smoothie (a BSK creative masterwork), Liberte yogurt with maple syrup, blueberry scone and cafe latte. Lunch featured another BSK winner—creamy zucchini soup made memorable with pinches of nutmeg and cardamon  HG/BSK are following  (with concern) a hurricane that may hit Prince Edward Island next week.

Uncross your fingers, HG came home on Friday morning. Getting up stairs was arduous but as the day progressed, HG began to feel better and better. And, why not? Waiting to greet the old fellow were two of the best women in the world–BSK, love of HG’s life; Brilliant gifted Lesley R., the dream daughter. And, Toby the Wonder  Dog, thrilled at his reunion with HG. This is Saturday and HG is feeling like his old self. Just showered with agile aid from BSK. Bliss. First shower in two weeks. HG was smelling like an old gym sock. Ah, the food ! Fried Hake. Teddy’s  Farmstand sweet corn (Montague). Thai ramen with Tofu. BSK smoothies. Liberte (Montreal) yogurt. Chestnut puree desserts. French Vanilla ice cream with maple syrup. Was the food superlative on the homecoming? You Betcha!! Special Report: Lunch today (For HG) was super baveuse scrambled eggs swirled with a patient, gentle touch by Lesley and mixed with an abundance of butter, goat cheese and a splash of  cream and snippets of chives. Lesley served  it with a buttered biscuit. This was the best egg dish HG ever tasted. Yes! Better than any egg dish HG ever tasted in New York and Europe. HG is on a two week medical teetotal. HG drank a no alcohol Rose. Mixed with a lemon squeeze it is palatable (Barely). As HG writes this post, HG. sips a cocktail hour drink of Pellegrino and a splash of Italian lime syrup. Hey, a teetotal life with BSK and Lesley  R. is delightful.