Tuesday, April 18, 2017
I love it.
I get in as much as I can.
I love unabridged audiobooks read to me via my Audible account.
Here are just a few. Got any suggestions?
Who would your Guest be?— Eric ^_~ O'Sullivan (@revsully) April 6, 2017
Dare to care? pic.twitter.com/WXvZUJGQH1
What an awesome book pic.twitter.com/9qgIPrtkC6— Eric ^_~ O'Sullivan (@revsully) March 28, 2017
This dream makes sense. Been reading the History of Food. Capons. You only need 1 rooster so testicles were an abundant ancient ingredient pic.twitter.com/9bVyDozF0e— Eric ^_~ O'Sullivan (@revsully) January 18, 2017
"Hell ain't half-full...Hear Me!" pic.twitter.com/3vdMswORxX— Eric ^_~ O'Sullivan (@revsully) November 21, 2016
Monday, April 17, 2017
I'm pretty frank on my blog here. It's a side effect of being me.
I think I have a Story to Tell.
Mental Health is something I cherish, being a Seeker of that I think my whole life and not some elusive Spirituality. Some real peace of mind. Some real balance.
Yet recently, I've come under real challenges.
And the Struggle is Real. To Us. The ones that needed some help in coping with the Mad, Mad World the Rest of You have so much effortless grace in ^_^
It's been 2 1/2 years since I've stopped Talk Therapy. I'm open about the experience and its impact on me chronicled here. Since I started Talk Therapy, I was assigned an SSRI to help me cope with the Tipping Point I encountered. Eventually, she decided on 40mg/Day. So for the past few years....clear sailing. Yet I came upon a real challenge and I couldn't handle it.
That was Odd. I've been Nigh-Unflappable for about 4 Years.
Now...panic attacks. Nightmares. Waking up sweating out, getting sick to my tummy.
Why? What's Different?
A new professional stressor met something Bigger.
My precious salty waters on my brain.
As the old cliche goes, I could feel it in my water.
Something was Wrong. Like really Wrong.
What once caused Eustress was now producing Distress.
What once strengthened my Resilience now produced my Anxiety.
Coming to a few weeks ago, a new Tipping Point.
I awoke. Sick to my stomach, nightmarish and sweating out. Woke up Tired & Fatigued. There goes all my electrolytes, I thought that morning. It was 33 degrees out when I left for my 20 minute walk to work. I was layered up. Yet feeling baby-weak. It was horrible.
I get to the kitchen, HK to us in the know. I have about 13 different First Things to Do at 7AM. Kick the Tires, Light the Fires so by the time the Boys show up, we have a fully-rolling kitchen. I take the spent fryer oil out to the oil dumpster in the parking lot. These are usually between 25-40 lbs of liquid canola oil that reeks of usage & derivative battered seafoods but iDigress...
I do this, as I do every week and I completely sweat out again.
And I catch a chill.
Imagine this. 4 linecooks, cooking. 3 in shortsleeve cotton button-up kitchen shirts.
Me in two hoodie sweatshirts, with both hoods up and shivering in the heat of the kitchen.
I had to go home. I was sick.
Yet I knew what was really wrong.
I could feel it in my water.
My Meds are Clobbering Me!!!
My body is being crushed by Bad Signals.
From once was negotiable becomes unbearable.
So...I cut my pill in half. and after "Listening" to this Med that's helped me...I knew when to rein it back a bit.
Now I'm feeling better. Lots better. Back to work with no problems.
Crushing It is better than being Crushed By It.
So if this is how you live life as well...then learn to listen to your body.
Stress is only Natural.
And if anything, I could always check in with my doctor.
Yet I haven't needed to.
She gave me the Gift of Resiliency or rather showed me the "Way".
It's up to me to walk it or not.
Tuesday, February 14, 2017
Comfort food. The Ultimate In...
I love to Share,
Please share with anyone.
These are pork ribs. Any rib would do esp beef ribs need time braising before your sauce and serve them.
I have a simple technique.
I have taken the thinking out of it for anyone lucky enough to follow.
It's All You Too!!!
Your BBQ Rub. Your Flavors. Your BBQ Sauce.
This is Personal!!
So get a rack of ribs in that VacPac.
And follow some simple steps:
Time, Low Heat, Tight Foil.
275degF is Suggested.
My BBQ is Modest. I hand measured the Kosher salt as if I was seasoning the rack. Added normal paprika, common dark chili powder, garlic powder, cumin then an almost equal notion of brown sugar, Placed the Garlic Cloves then covered the rack in Rub.
Then tight sealed.
The rest is in the pictures.
When I open the ribs, I will take a fork to crush the roasted garlic clove then a spoon to smear before I slather with BBQ sauce then broil.— Eric ^_~ O'Sullivan (@revsully) February 13, 2017
First smash garlic into paste.— Eric ^_~ O'Sullivan (@revsully) February 13, 2017
Then smear over ribs.
Next Sauce & broil!
Spending the Snow Day!— Eric ^_~ O'Sullivan (@revsully) February 13, 2017
Watching shows, eating ribs, falls off the bone. It's an oven cheat not meant to compete with smoking. Heeding Call! pic.twitter.com/sKfykenrwd
Saturday, February 11, 2017
Hey everybody. I'm in a Lattes With Leia kinda mood to spin Star Wars thoughts.
I experienced an unintended empathy with a literary hero/villain, depending on which story side of the coin lands but iDigress...
Let's get Our Own Empathy. What happened?
Sully got a boo-boo! Simple.
Yet it opened a window in my mind to feeling for someone else.
I got a burn on my hand.
Tiny, on the tip of my left ring finger. Under where my print would be, slightly above the inside of the first knuckle.
Not just once but twice in the same spot.
I grabbed the eggs pan with a badly swaddled towel. My bare finger barely barely touches the inferno-hot handle. Then minutes later again in the same spot. Stupid, Sully. Tres Stooopeed, "Chef".
In the middle of a brunch service, a professional cook cannot waste time or attention on minor burns. Its simply a workplace hazard. Cuts too. If it doesn't require immediate emergency medical attention...you just gotta deal with it. Cuts are a lot more serious yet I've seen chefs cauterize simple, bleeding fingercuts on the six-top burner stove by rolling his finger over the cast-iron stove top.
My "Enfant Terrible" happened at the start of service.
For the rest of the day I had to stick my hand back into fire the pain was excruciating!
Something so small hurts so badly it ripped the attention away selfishly to myself.
Between orders I kept my finger submerged in a six pan of ice.
I got through it. I mean how could I not? It was the grandest of inconvenience yes! But what was I going to do...sit on the bench? Are you kidding? In the middle of a HK Sunday Brunch?
Later on, looking at this Small Wonder. Now out of the fire and feeling better, healing. In awe of such a small thing making such a big hurt.Sunday #Brunch— Eric ^_~ O'Sullivan (@revsully) February 7, 2017
tiny bad burn, left ringfinger
eggs pan handle, misplaced towel
Having to dip hand into Fire all day.
What it takes#ChefLife
And as all things churn in my big, bald head...I usually think of silly Sully things in Star Wars.
Like "What Colour is Your Lightsabre"? (My Choice: White, like Asohka's Shoto & Daito)
So I thought this...
Anakin Skywalker. Former Hero. Sith Lord. Amputee and Burn Victim.how much pain could he actually be in?— Eric ^_~ O'Sullivan (@revsully) February 7, 2017
I mean he's a head & a torso.#StarWars https://t.co/hAAgfitZKK
From here I want Further Context. This is a Human, Non-Fictional Link to a Site regarding the Managing of Pain after a Burn.
I thought this to be a great standard on how to Empathize With Darth Vader. His day-to-day life. The agony of living in his charred & damaged humanity.
Anakin is a walking, talking, feeling Avatar of Sarte's Hell. He is one Giant Itch He Cannot Scratch. This is Art. This is an Existential Nightmare. This is Metaphor. And there is also a touchstone of Reality to it as well...Suffering.
My burn was so small. So tiny. So healable compared to what befell Anakin Skywalker.
I felt not Pity...yet Empathy for him. For poor, deluded, doomed Anakin Skywalker. So handsome, so funny, so loyal. Trapped between a Self-Fulfilling Prophecy and Being Played by a Master Manipulator for sake of the Story. Yet the Flesh, the Blood, the Person Underneath that Helmet. The daily agony of his burnt flesh magnified by his self-loathing.
My little boo-boo has to pale in comparison to Darth Vader's daily life.
Does he deserve it? For Killing Younglings, his Wife and countless others since?
That's for a Jury of his Fictional Peers to decide.
Me...I was simply pleased to meet him.
Guess his name?
Hero or Villain?
Human in Pain, all the same.