For those who are led by the Spirit of God are the children of God. –Romans 8:14
Hi all! I am sitting in my car waiting for 2 trainings to happen that will tie me up all day. They are great topics that I need to know more about, but they are time-consuming. As I sit, watching the sun rise, I gaze over at the object of my affection/of the picture above. Paula Deen’s restaurant. Before I jump in, allow me a rant: who created the stinking word restaurant? What a train wreck to spell! I offer this:
In 1765 a man by the name of Boulanger, also known as “Champ d’Oiseaux” or “Chantoiseau,” opened a shop near the Louvre (on either the rue des Poulies or the rue Bailleul, depending on which authority one chooses to believe). There he sold what he called restaurants or bouillons restaurants–that is, meat-based consommés intended to “restore” a person’s strength. Ever since the Middle Ages the word restaurant had been used to describe any of a variety of rich bouillons made with chicken, beef, roots of one sort or another, onions, herbs, and, according to some recipes, spices, crystallized sugar, toasted bread, barley, butter (emphasis mine), and even exotic ingredients such as dried rose petals, Damascus grapes, and amber. In order to entice customers into his shop, Boulanger had inscribed on his window a line from the Gospels: “Venite ad me omnes qui stomacho laboratis et ego vos restaurabo.” He was not content simply to serve bouillon, however. He also served leg of lamb in white sauce, thereby infringing the monopoly of the caterers’ guild. The guild filed suit, which to everyone’s astonishment ended in a judgment in favor of Boulanger. [Jean-Robert Pitte, “The Rise of the Restaurant,” in “Food: A Culinary History from Antiquity to the Present,” English editor Albert Sonnenfeld, transl. Clarissa Botsford, 1999, Columbia University Press]
I got lost at butter when reading this and thinking of Paula Deen. How much does this cooking queen love butter? Here ya go:
But what has butter got to do with dementia? I would get out my well-worn shoe horn, but butter is a natural lubricant.
So off we go:
Things we can learn about Dementia from Butter:
(Grinding gear sounds overheard)
(Butter applied to said gears)
(Sighing, overscheduled blogger throws up his hands)
I got nuthin’.
I love butter…and I hate dementia.
That’s all. 🙂
Have a nice weekend. I will begin a new series Monday that may be a tad more informative. 🙂 I hope and pray you have a life-giving and peaceful weekend. This has been a hard week for me, still struggling with my mom’s birthday non-party and missing my last visit, but I do as much as I can. I expect a piece I was involved in to hit the Springfield News Leader today or tomorrow regarding isolation and dementia. It is a hard topic to stay positive through, to be sure. I also have another TV piece in the works just a few days after my last piece on KY3. Maybe the more who know, the more funding can happen and we can finally #EndALZ ? That is my hope.
God bless and happy butter eating. 😉
Update: Nothing new to report on mom. I hope to see her this weekend if possible, and Wednesday for sure…
Dad joke of the day:
Today was a bad day…There was a man throwing butter and cheese at me!!! How dairy!!
Butter, like everything in Weight Watchers, and in life, can be ok…even good in moderation. I still prepare food with it and I may visit Paula’s resteront (I prefer this slaughter of the word) today if there are openings. But remember…what is good for the heart is good for the brain. Don’t overdo anything that will hurt either of them. Don’t rid yourself our your loved one of fats including butter...This disease stinks…you don’t want to give it a foot hold… Oh, and sometimes butter substitutes can be bad too... Just be careful and eat right…and be safe. 🙂 Thanks all.
I do love Paula Deen. She has said stupid things..and so have I. I have learned and grew…and so has she.