I am thankful for broccoli. It has a huge assortment of vitamins (C, for example), minerals (selenium) and healthy bits in it (dietary fiber, and some anti-cancer thingies). And it is tasty, despite what President Bush said.
Whether steamed, boiled, microwaved, stir fried or raw, it brings a vibrant color to the table; usually dark green in the States, but can be white or purple. Purple-ish. Generally speaking, the longer it’s cooked, the more healthy bits are leached out of it, especially when boiling. And a bit of crunch makes for a more interesting meal. imVho.
Broccoli is a member of the cabbage family, along with kale, collard greens, cauliflower, kohlrabi, Brussels sprouts, Chinese broccoli, rapini or broccoli rabe, and of course, cabbage, regardless of type. And, as Wikipedia informs me, a type of turnip.
It is not, however, even remotely related to Cubby or James Bond. Cubby did claim one of his uncles brought the first broccoli seeds to America in the 1870s but Thomas Jefferson had broccoli growing in his garden over a half century earlier. Probably next to the hemp…
I am thankful for ceramics, mugs or cups in particular, for coffee and tea. I find that both metal and plastics lend a faint, but noticeable taste to the drink. Maybe it’s simply from where my lips touch. Maybe not. It makes a difference to me. And since I enjoy these heavenly gifts, I like to take some baby steps toward full blown snobbery. But since full blown snobbery is still a bit more expensive, both financially and temporally, than what I am will to sacrifice for at this juncture, baby steps is just fine.
The one pictured is my go-to for now. At home, I usually forgo the lid. There are ceramic mugs that are double walled, for better insulation; haven’t tried any of those. Used to have a beautiful Japanese tea set…can’t recall what happened to it. A blue tinted gray with black bamboo leaf motif. Not that I used it much. I’ve learned that some things do much better with continuous use rather than being “eyes only.” My cast iron set is like that…but that’s for another post.
I am thankful for Rolly paper. That’s what the kids called it anyway. Bath tissue. Strikin paper. Better than corn cobs, crumpled newspaper or catalog pages. Definitely better than wet leaves. Not as good as a bidet, but not everyone has those.
I am thankful for generous folks who voluntarily give up their seats on the bus for those of us who are somewhat challenged physically. Even if it is just a temporary physical problem.
It is hard some days to accept that small gift. It is difficult for me to accept charity, so to speak, tp acknowledge that I am not as independent as I like to believe.
I’m thinking the Lord allows the challenges in my life to provide opportunities for me to humble myself, to slap my pride down every once in a while.
And sometimes I even make the most of those opportunities.
I am thankful for water to drink. Clean. Cool. Clear. I may choose on occasion to flavor it with all kinds of things: coffee, tea, cocoa, fruit juice, flavored powders…but a lot of times, just plain water.
Not everyone on this watery world has clean water to drink, so having it readily available at my tap is such a blessing.
My awareness and thankfulness is most acute when my blood sugar gets too low and I end up overcompensating to get it back up (too fast)–always causes diarrhea for me, so dehydration is pretty quick. Having a ready source of drinkable water to correct that…let’s just say I can imagine what it might be like to have my life threatened by dysentery.-
There is the “Rule of 3s” as a mnemonic (memory gimmick) for recalling priorities in emergency situations:
3 minutes without air; 3 hours without shelter, 3 days without water, 3 weeks without food.
Are these limits exact? No. Not by a long shot, But the idea is to help panicky people maintain or regain focus on what is important and in the right priority. Stranded in the wilderness, folks have been known to get seriously dead because they went after food instead of maintaining their body temperature as close to 98.6° as possible and neglected shelter.
The tie in here is that it doesn’t take long to get into major trouble without drinkable water.
I am thankful Kollagen® “sprinkles”. Again. Yet another toe wound. Yet another toe wound healing superbly because of the sprinkles. A tiny dab of first aid ointment so the sprinkles have something to stick to & cover with a 2×2 & tape.
Even my doctor was impressed with how clean it looked.
.I am thankful for the Du Rag I wear at night under my CPAP mask headstrap. It prevents loads of bumps and breakout along my decline where the strap rubs. Nuthin like preventing painful pimples.