Deli Delicious 966 S. George St. York PA.

        This is a local Deli in York Pa. which has a nice atmosphere, nice people and a variety of deli meats for sandwiches along with freshly made soups. By appearances it's also clean, has a few small tables for people to sit and eat. The downfall for me was ordering a sandwich. While it was flavorful and very fresh, the meat was a cheaper cut of roast beef. I'll get back to that in a few moments.
        The bread was wonderful as if it just came out of the oven. Drinks are 1.69 for a bottle of water and or ice tea. The lettuce was a nice dark leafy green and plenty of it as well as the meat. Roast beef is my favorite sandwich. Many times I've had Jimmy Johns and swore I would never have another roast beef sandwich anywhere as they have the best and most fresh, high cut of beef with their roast beef as well as other meats.
      Due to an errand and not having lunch I decided to go to the Deli Delicious deli. People there are very nice, welcoming and willing to please. But that Roast beef is deceptive. I think they hope people in York don't know the difference, so they also flavor it with either pepper or some spice.
      A LESS expensive aka cheap cut of beef has a look and a taste. I would compare it to ARBYs, however I haven't been there in years due to their leathery roast beef. Even though Leathery roast beef can be slowly cooked to become tender but you can't change that look. CHEAP Roast Beef has a shine to it.
I bought roast beef at Giants' one day, took it home, barely looked, but made a sandwich and one bite did it. I took it apart and saw why it tasted the way it did. It was a cheap cut and shiny. I returned it and asked why. I was told when they put Giants brand on sale, that's always the cheap cut. Always spend a little more, know your beef and other meats and really enjoy good, well not just good but great flavor. With Great cuts for sandwiches, you don't need sale, pepper, mayo, mustard, nothing, maybe lettuce and tomato, a piece of pickle or cucumber. Leave all of the fat stuff off and enjoy the good stuff, but not with the cuts at Deli Delicious. Back to Jimmy Johns, a York Improvement with better cuts of meat.

The Salty Dog 2015

This says it all !

        It won't be long before it's 2015 and I plan to be in Brooklyn the last day of this year and the first day of the New Year, celebrating my last supper of this year having the best burger at my favorite place. Coming back to Brooklyn means home and any time I can visit the Salty Dog only makes it more meaningful. It isn't just a bar or just a restaurant but it's the people,
        From the moment I take a first step over and into The Salty Dog, I always first notice the wooden floors and then me eyes sweep the room taking it all in, the firetruck, blazing a deep red, the brick walls and the bar. The bar at times looks lonely, waiting. It sits and waits for elbows, smiles, pats on the backs of friends, hugs, kisses on cheeks and orders of big beer mugs.  Here it comes, a frosty one and a big man grabbing the cold handle after a long day and taking that first swallow and just as he does a buddy walks in, pulling his thick blue jacket off, nodding his head and another beer is set up. The voices. Two men who share a same kind of job, now relaxed at home with who they know. Home as in the neighborhood place to be.
        As I continue to walk to the back, I notice a few servers on each side waiting to see where I want to sit, not where they want me to sit. That's a nice feeling. No one is pushing me to sit in a section. Ah, I am comfortable. Adjusting my eyes to the dimly lit area I see some familiar faces, smiling and welcoming. They know me, as a visitor who comes up every few months or sometimes longer. It  doesn't matter. I'm just as good as any regular. They know what I order but ask anyway to make sure I didn't want anything different.
       Then they look to the other side. My guest, usually a kid, but once in a while a friend I grew up with and no matter who or what, we are treated as friends, as long time neighborhood friends.
      I'm a listener and a watcher and I see how people are treated at The Salty Dog, how they are spoken to, smiled at. Warm hearts. It's almost like saying, Who loves ya baby?  At times I forget why I'm there as I get lost in looking around. The photos on the walls, a fireman, history, buildings and a fireplace with a dalmation.
That dog who never moves but reserves in silence a place, a place for newcomers, almost makes me want to walk over and pet him, but all of this means, There's No Place Like Home.
Thank you Salty Dog

Pete's Sweets & The Profit

       I love this show ! How Great is it to have a guy come to you, not you go to a bank, beg for a loan you know you can't get, and along comes The PROFIT, Marcus  Lemonis who has a heart for People, Product and Profit. I wish I knew him when I was trying to create Doozybags. One time a guy contacted me and asked me to make five hundred golf bags because he liked what  sent him as a gift, but no way could I produce what he wanted for the cost he wanted.
      Right now I am trying to work on my house but in the back of my mind I never gave up Doozybags, and I know I have to stay focused, so finish the house stuff first, then organize my sewing supplies better and I am going to give it all I've got during these retiring years. Something else I need to know better is how to fix some things on my PC.  With this site alone suddenly my spelling corrector won't work. I will reread and do my best, so hopefully you understand.
       Now SWEET PETE"S oops, PETE's SWEETS, see either way that name sounds great, but it is Pete's Sweets. I loved watching this back and forth between Pete's fake partner, a guy who only wanted more, because he knew Marcus Lemonis was now involved. What a mind Lemonis has. He found a claus that should a shareholder not be able to equally meet the money put into the company those shares become less and less until he no longer has any shares at all, and yet the guy thought it all unfair. This was a man? who shook hands, agreed to work, but nope, he wouldn't or couldn't stick to it and told the Profit he wanted one hundred and fifty thousand dollars, (150,000.00) to be bought out. Marcus asked, to buy out what? What did you put in, two thousand?

        I love to see greed snuffed out and the look on Pete's face, his wife and Lemonis for a new, bright and prosperous American dream future is definitely worth staying up for. Good luck Pete, although with the wife you have, the staff that stood with you and Marcus to save you and kick butt from that deatbeat, you will surely succeed.

Calling IKEA-worse than CHINA

     I called, or tried calling Ikea today to buy a storage unit for a little guy, but alas, I was put on hold, transferred, no human vice at all, given an 888 number, more of the same. I wanted to speak with a person in a store which is closest to me, or at least where I know the area. So then I did the,"give us your zip, yup, it takes me to another store-voice and transferred again.
    All I wanted to know was where are there products made. I finally gave up, hung up and looked up the simplest way to get info on IKEA. On line asking the question where are Ikea Products made-the answer ? All Over The World. I will not buy from IKEA ! They don't even give a person the courtesy of human to human contact and I do know many companies are like that today, but also many are changing because of competition.
     Because IKEA would not answer with a human and because I couldn't not find an answer to at least where was the product made that I wanted to buy...I will not shop there.
     I could have CALLED CHINA faster !

Pets, Eczema,Olive Oil, Oatmeal Choices

      This morning I went to the post office. There was a lady there with a baby about  a year old? She was a stay at home mom who also started a small business at home taking photos and making celebration cards and business cards. As she explained to the post lady she said she would take food photos for example and give a couple to new chefs at culinary schools, then would get orders for more. These new chefs would use the cards as away to introduce themselves. She talked about her baby trying very hard to walk and how she'd handle working at home once the baby was more active. She made it seem it simple. Her answer was, you have to be organized. I waited patiently as I like to listen to ideas a I restart up Doodybags in a week or two.
       She said she had to leave as she was meeting her sister at the local convenience store in a few minutes, but that she takes advantage of her husband when he gets home. Once he's in, they eat, he relaxes for thirty minutes and then they pitch in to get ready for the week. This they do every Wednesday night.
    Weekends are so she can take a self improvement business class on Saturdays and later join her husband and baby at a local park. She expects in five years that her business will be blooming as she puts it.
  
     Then after I bought stamps I ended up in the same store as she, to buy a quart of milk. I learned she was only there to babysit one of her sister children! Her sister came in minutes later and that's when things got uncomfortable. A dad and mom were close by on line getting snacks when they asked this lady's sister if her kids had chicken pox, because the two little ones they had, didn't have them.
   She smiled very nicely and said no, they both have eczema and it's not catching. Then the girl behind the counter even said, oh good, I was wondering too because my boyfriend didn't have chicken pox either. The mom of the two small kids asked, so what do you do for them? Isn't it itchy? How do you stop from scratching? These were questions in between answers.
    Yes, it is itchy and sometimes I don't stop them from scratching but we use ground-up oatmeal and bathe then every late afternoon. It has to be ground up and then we also use pure olive oil. Then I was curious. The two parents left and the sisters were now paying for snacks and talking to each other. I joked with the girl behind the counter and was glad she asked and not me. She said, you use olive oil? Is that with or without tomatoes? The mom didn't seem offended.
    Instead she asked, do you have children because you never know when a child will get anything, so being sensitive is a good idea. The clerks face reddened. The mom now said, look honey, I listened to another parent. I had to let my big dog go. Animal dander is very bad for eczema. The olive oils soothes and moisturizes his skin and hers too, even though it stains his clothes, we don't care. Besides I have learned, the most important thing you can teach your child is patience. Above all else, if you don't have patience with your child he or she won't have it with them selves. They can sense stress and when we're in a hurry and worry. I some ways like pets. So when you get mad at them it's usually because you don't have what it takes as far as patience goes. What is so bad about what a baby is doing that you don't take time and patience, because that is love.
             Wow...was she preaching? It didn't seem like it, just seemed like teaching.
    Wool is also bad, like anything material makes it worse that is itchy. We took away all poor foods that have preservatives and colors. The girl only said, wow you got rid of your dog? I'd never let my dog go. The woman asked, what if it was a choice, your child's health or your dog? We did buy three hypoallergenic puppies. She then turned to her sister and asked if everything was ready for babysitting.
     Yea, I was there a long time but it didn't seem so long. The interaction between the clerk, the mom and dad and the two sisters about serious baby care was interesting. The sister by the way has four or five kids and we all left close together with me holding the door. As we neared our cars, I had to say something. Excuse me, but how did you learn all that stuff. The mom with all the kids said, I listened. I always thought I knew it all and one day my little brother told me I was being a jerk. He was happy, successful and I was mad as hell. I shut him up, but the next day he came over and we talked. He told me I had a hidden anger problem, that because I didn't fill my dreams, I was taking it out on the kids, lost all reason and patience. My sister was there too and I asked if she agreed. She looked sad but agreed.
     I went to see a therapist and talked about kids, my husband, dreams, babies and most of all how to learn patience. He said patience will come, but that I should tell my husband because I worried I would snap and hit my child. I knew I snapped at people a lot and they wouldn't talk to me after so I thought they were jerks. If I invited them over they'd drop by but never stay long. So I started to change. When I knew I was losing patience with my crawling baby, I counted to twenty, and I called a friend, said I need a break. Good friends understood and sometimes when they could they'd babysit while I walked or went to see my pastor.
   The weather was nice and I asked her, how do you take the time even now to talk to me about this. She said, I finally filled my dream, but first I got organized. I got my teaching degree but then with my third child on the way I knew I wanted to be with my babies, so I tutor and I teach as often as I can, doesn't matter where or when.
    All for the sake of a quart of milk, I learn about olive oil, ground oatmeal, patience and animals, what works and what doesn't for eczema. I also learned there are many great teachers with patience still around, in all walks of life.
  With patience you can accomplish anything.

The Lone Bike Rider-Patience Please

One Road, One Lone Rider

                                                                 After an  appointment today I ended up on a country road close to home and then I noticed the fast pedal of a rider. As I inched closer I saw the bent over shape that I became familiar with. I am fairly certain the rider was a he, but never sure. All riders look alike to me with the exception of my son Mike. I could pick him out in the middle of New York.

      This rider wore Yellow with a few black markings and in the sunlight, his suit of armor stood out. A helmet, sturdy to protect his head, was white with blue and black stripes. He turned and considering we both had sunglasses on, an understanding, a connection if you will, was made. My car leaned to the left as I gave him enough space of safety since he turned to look at my oncoming car. I felt a sense of things being right as I watched him disappear in my rear view mirror.

      When I got home, I went to my room where I house my Specialized bike, a gift from my kids to help restore my youth, and health of course. I dusted off the seat, then checked out my carrier straps. I made a promise alone with my bike. Prioritize better. Get back on my bike and feel the wind. It won't matter how fast or slow I go. My bike will know; I'm back in the saddle, so will my mind.

        I remembered too how I bragged about starting a plant based way of life, how great I felt and it wasn't just a loss of weight but emotionally I felt as if not only did things not bother me as before, but my attitude changed. Then I stopped both, used carpel tunnel and rotator cuff issues as an excuse. There was another factor; I was dealing with a teen who left me feeling lifeless, and I changed. Instead of keeping the focus on my health, I kept it on his. That didn't work as I then became home bound, somewhat depressed, and left without motivation. He has moved as was his pattern and now I am back to being me.

      But it took my son's bike race, reminders of how his eating habits changed, his weight loss, his baby boy on his Strider Hot Walk, and todays' one Lone Rider. The next time you see a group of riders or one lone rider, have patience please, after all he or she is doing what you probably can't or won't and changing the ozone at the same time. Talk about re-cycle. It isn't made any more clear than that.