Monthly Archives: July 2008

Shot, smuggling zucchini into mailboxes

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In honor of picked-this-morning tomatoes and zucchini from my garden, I treated myself to my favorite lunch. 

This blending of flavors developed out of a mad throw-together of foods one day when Noelle was coming over for lunch.  The collards and cabbage are boiled for 4 minutes then rinsed with cold water and chopped.  I use the leftover water to cook the grains (I cheat–it is a 7-grain blend from Kashi).  I stir fry the greens in sesame oil and season with rice vinegar, sesame seeds, and pepper.  The zucchini is stir fried in water.  By happenstance, we discovered that fresh pineapple makes the perfect pairing for the greens.  Ah, the goodness from suave reptilian glitter.

A Little Gem I Found

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While scrounging around my parent’s house, I found the 1966 edition of De Lee’s Obstetrics for Nurses.  Interesting reading and frightening pictures.  Here are a few tidbits:

  • The introduction praises the fact that “99% of whites and 85% nonwhites now give birth in hospitals” while the next paragraph expresses fear at the scarcity of OBs and the “coming avalanche of babies.”
  • There is pointedly no mention of midwives and those mostly “nonwhites” who give birth outside of hospitals do so “unattended.”
  • Aside from the rising birth rate, the other great problem is infant mortality.  It is a “stinging realization that 15 countries have lower infant mortality than the United States.”  (ahem, we have slipped still lower on the list) 
  • “Most mothers complete their families by age 30.”
  • “It is the nurse who is the constant attendant of the woman in labor.”
  • I found it interesting that gentian violet was the only treatment mentioned for yeast infection during pregnancy.  How could the poor pharmaceutical company make any money if that was still prescribed? 
  • The ideal weight gain is 15-20 lbs and each pregnant mom must closely monitor her water and salt intake. 

I’m sure I’ll add more morsels of De Lee as I skim along.  The best part is reading my mom’s notes in the margins.