You are currently browsing the tag archive for the ‘kale’ tag.

When I was in grade school all those years ago, there were a lot of rules.

I guess the teachers worried that we eight-year-olds would revolt and run wild in the halls. So to counter that possibility, there were “hall monitors.” It was usually a teacher, though sometimes an upper- grade student who walked the halls, checking to make sure any student wandering outside of class had a hall pass.

Are you with me here?

Now that I think of it, there were also lunchroom monitors, playground monitors, and classroom monitors. There may have even been schoolbus monitors, though I never rode the bus so can’t say for sure.

I just know there were a lot of dang monitors.



Lately, I’ve been feeling like the food monitor.

It seems I spend an inordinate amount of my energy making sure horses, cat and humans are eating right. We’re all at that age where it matters.

But I’ll tell you what: I’m tired of it.

Maybe I’m just feeling cranky today. I’m sure you can relate.


Bud and Pepper have to eat because of the meds mixed in their food. And they need the nutrition and calories to make it through the winter in the best shape possible for two sweet, but definitely old horses. Thing is these days Pepper would rather eat hay than her grain. (See proof in photo above)


And Mija, our little earless senior citizen cat also has medicine mixed in her food. She’s got the feeding schedule emblazoned in her brain and won’t allow me to forget it. Or even get off schedule by even a few minutes. She demands that her world be regular and complete. Problem is I’m not such a “regular and complete” kind of person. But for Mija I really do try to be.


Then there’s the humans.


This business of eating well has gotten out of hand. We have to read labels and compute things like calories, sodium, and saturated fat. And half the time I can’t even read the teensy print. Are we getting enough protein? Do we eat sugar or not? And what about wheat? Can’t forget about cholesterol. More veggies, fewer carbs, right? And eat more kale, and the other superfoods.  Plant based? Vegan? Raw? Organic or not? Grass fed beef. Free range chickens. Low fat, no fat, low carb, no carb?


I’m the one in charge of food at our house, though I probably don’t have to actually tell you that. You can guess it quite nicely from the rant I just laid on you. You see every darned day for at least two meals, and sometimes three, I am charged with the task of wandering through this nutrition maze and coming up with tasty, healthy food for two horses, one cat and two aging humans. It’s on my shoulders if our blood sugar rises or our bad cholesterol gets out of control. Are we thriving on five vegetables or living in a food desert?


Don’t misunderstand. I like to cook and I think I’m pretty good at it.

I love reading food magazines, cookbooks and food blogs. And most of the time, I like the challenge of making delicious, healthy food for us.

But it does get to be somewhat of a grind.

When I think of the hours I’ve spent over my adult lifetime planning meals, going to  the grocery store, putting groceries away, cooking, and cleaning up, it frightens me a little. If I actually did the math, it would turn out to be years that I’ve done doing nothing but feed us.

So I don’t do the math.

But I am thinking of resigning as food monitor. Or at the very least job sharing.


Thank you for listening.

P.S. Do you think someone needs a vacation?

I seem to be on a food kick lately. Hope you don’t mind.

We’ve been part of Community Supported Agriculture (CSA) for several years now. Every week from June through October we pick up our share of veggies from Happy Heart Farm. It’s a wonderful way to eat local, support small business farmers, and have a supply of fresh, organic, delicious vegetables. The lettuce we’re enjoying right now has only traveled a few miles from field to our table. It’s wonderful – tender and sweet.

So right now at the farm the greens are coming on like gangbusters. Over the course of the growing season we typically get a lot of kale and chard. Both are power-packed veggies, so good for a person it ought to be illegal to eat them.

My husband agrees with the making them illegal part, though for a different reason. He’s suffering from chard/kale burnout. This isn’t a good thing so early in the season. He/we have many servings of kale in our summer future.

Last year the kale and chard were prolific. Every week I’d carry armfuls home from the farm. I steamed it, braised it, put it in soups and stews, and even ate it raw in a few salads. Neither of us was fond of that last option.

I don’t think Rick is alone in his lukewarm relationship with kale and chard. I’m betting most men would land on Rick’s side if a vote were taken. For some reason, men don’t really love greens. I know I’m making a sweeping generalization here, and I welcome your comments to the contrary. But in my small sample of one or two men, kale and chard always lose.

The noble mustang waiting for treats

Remember Red, Pepper’s mustang boyfriend? He’d be on Rick’s side.

I’ve talked about the alfalfa cubes and how Miss Pepper loves them. I’ve told you how Rick plays hay cube toss to entertain him and the horses.

And me!

The one horse out of our little band that isn’t thrilled with the cubes of dried green is Red.

The mustang.

Proud traveler of the plains.

Wild man of the west.

This bad boy has a sweet tooth the size of Nevada. He and Bud share a fondness for Horse Candy. When I hand out treats, Red is first in line, waiting not too patiently for his share of the sweet morsels.

Every so often I slip in a hay cube. And most of the time, Red spits it out. The look of disappointment in his eyes is almost painful to me.

If I weren’t smiling, that is. It kind of amuses me.

Does that make me a bad person?

I hope not.

The way his face looks when he gets that first bite of alfalfa cube looks very similar to Rick when he sees that kale is on our dinner table. Perhaps the only difference is that Rick doesn’t spit it out. In fact, he graciously eats whatever I cook. He’s learned that about making marriage work!

And I’m grateful.

How about you and your family? Greens eaters or no?



Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Join 217 other followers