Susan's Scribblings the Blog

A writer from the Philadelphia area shares the week online.
Susan's Scribblings the Blog
  • Who the Heck is Kayewer?
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    • Stuffed and Spent

      Posted at 8:41 pm by kayewer, on October 10, 2026

      I spent today at a special place. Two friends and I hopped into my car, and we drove out to Amish country.

      We would have gotten there much faster, but traffic this past week has been unusually dense. On Wednesday I had a doctor appointment near my home, but I was coming home from work out of state and ran into three consecutive traffic jams. Still I managed to get to the appointment early, thank goodness (what can I say, except I’m a boomer and used to being prompt).

      Upon the suggestion of my passengers for today’s trip, we took a different bridge to get to our destination, and it turned out that the road was being detoured, so we ended up in a 45-minute crawl before we were routed to the way we would have taken in the first place. We all shook it off, me because I couldn’t have known, and them because they would never have guessed that it would be like that on a weekend. None of us had been on that particular excursion recently. Out of four bridges available to get from one state to the other, two of them had given us issues in the course of one week.

      What I did learn was that, when I decided to detour to get to my appointment earlier in the week, I had found that the bridge I chose to use had routed some car traffic to the westbound span of the bridge in one lane. I had considered taking that lane but at the last minute decided to stay on the eastbound side with the trucks and other drivers desperate to get home. It was fortunate I made that choice, because my passengers informed me that the single lane going east in the westbound lanes could not choose what exit they wanted, so I would have been rerouted to another highway I didn’t want to be on. Karma was with me that evening, even if today, while we crawled along with semis and bikers expecting smooth driving, it didn’t seem like anything would go right.

      So right, back to the trip today. We agreed that on the return we would take the bridge I normally used, and we did indeed get home at a reasonable hour. But I’m digressing again.

      We were headed to the Shady Maple Smorgasbord, a huge food emporium in East Eddy, PA. We still managed to arrive just after lunch and before the lines began to overflow out the door into the parking lot. Our wait in line was less than ten minutes. A pleasant lady found us a booth to sit in, we were given individually wrapped silverware and a ton of napkins, and we took turns perusing an immense lineup of foods to fill the soul.

      I started with seafood, because I had not had my usual Friday fare. I stopped at one of the hot tables where salmon was plated fresh off the flattop for me. There were also burger, pizza and carving stations, and then the row of constantly filled tubs overflowing with anything you can imagine in terms of comfort food. I added shrimp and cod to my plate of salmon, then a helping of mixed vegetables, doubled up on the broccoli, and some fried mushrooms completed the platter.

      When next I went up for round two, I got some carbs and more veggies. Baked potatoes had just been put out by a server, and one found its way to my plate, followed by a slice of sweet potato and some peas. There was some disappointment that brussels sprouts were not on the menu this time, but the salad bar and vegetables were still in abundance, and there was no problem finding substitutions. My companions were kind enough to grab some butter, because I had not gotten any the last time I had baked potato. Timing and availability sometimes figure into what you can grab at any moment. Popular items disappear in seconds.

      By the time I got to dessert, I needed to make two trips. One in our party of three wanted sugar free dessert, so one of us got her some pudding, and I brought over a slice of berry pie while serving myself a helping of a mousse-like dessert with chocolate and peanut topping, and I added a slice of chocolate silk pie and a glass of old fashioned root beer which managed to form an impressive head from the self-serve dispenser.

      We consumed, between us, a total of six plates of food and six dishes of dessert, along with beverages. Every trip we took a fresh plate, and our finished plates were dutifully cleared away by the attendants patrolling the floor every second. The place is pristine and efficient, and everybody is polite and orderly as we select our food and move through the crowds deciding between the undecidable among the myriad choices at hand. The great thing about smorgasbord is that you can sample for as long as your stomach doesn’t call it quits.

      My old tummy just isn’t up to the type of all-you-can-eat antics of my youth, but I still put some serious food away, and I feel I ate healthy up to dessert. I didn’t do red meat or go crazy on old favorites, but still enjoyed some variety on my plate.

      Oh, and did I mention that Shady Maple has a huge gift shop the size of a WalMart?

      After linner (that period of food consumption between lunch and dinner), we hit the shop. There is an immense selection of merchandise, including specialty items, home goods, local products, toys and educational selections, and souvenirs.

      Being collectors, we each had an agenda to follow. We also knew instinctively where our main aisles were and a plan of attack. By the time we left for home, we had parcels galore and higher credit card bills, but there had been a special discount, and we each found something we had been looking for and paid less for it.

      The drive home was more relaxed, no big traffic delays, and we enjoyed each other’s company all day. We intend to keep this a regular event to anticipate and will probably do another venture next spring. And of course, we stay in touch in-between times and keep up with what’s going on in our lives.

      Also, we’ll make a note to check traffic a bit more closely from now on.

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    • A New Location

      Posted at 7:33 pm by kayewer, on September 26, 2026

      The United States has 48 contiguous (meaning they share the borders) states and two problem states, which are Alaska and Hawai’i. They haven’t done anything wrong, but they are the last two added to the union because they are outside where the rest of us are located. Alaska is separated from us by British Columbia, and Hawai’i is out in the Pacific Ocean.

      These are two, dare we say, polar opposite states. Alaska is considered a frigid place, whereas Hawai’i is a tropical paradise. Either way, they are both ours, and when one looks at a map of our nation, we do our best to get the two problem children into the picture in the best way we can. Sort of like getting the wild toddlers to stand still for the family photo. We do that cartographically by inserting both states in a comfortable position in the southwest corner of the Pacific close enough to the rest of the continent to continue the concept of a nicely squared-off cluster of landmasses.

      Unfortunately, some folks think it is possible to drive to Hawai’i via a superhighway of some kind. You can’t. Hawai’i is about 2500 miles from California. A method has not been developed to make a bridge that far.

      Sometimes rearranging things can cause confusion like this, but honestly there is no point in having a map with endless blue space representing the Pacific just so Hawai’i can be seen in its usual location on a flat map. We would also have Canada in every map if we did so, so as to reveal Alaska’s actual location. So, we fudge a bit.

      I mention this because I have been looking at ads for backup power generators, and if you have seen one, you know that they all feature a sleek, comfortably sized piece of equipment sitting near the wall of your home and ready to provide power in an emergency. When I had an estimate crew come by, however, they could not put the unit next to the house. The location they had in mind would require breaking up the concrete patio to place the device several feet away, running connections across the entire axis of the basement to the other corner. No neat little gizmo sitting pretty next to the spotless siding here. I would have Alaska staring me in the face as I looked out the window of San Diego, and its power source would come from Maine.

      The concept of truth in advertising has some loopholes, and maybe some places do allow the generators to stand side by side with the homes they protect, but not with the ordinances here, it seems. So, the ads fudged a bit. Because weather has been a major topic lately, with talk of an extreme winter coming, I offer this warning as a public service so nobody thinks it’s possible to drive to Hawai’i or have your generator sitting cozily next to your abode.

      Maybe I need a vacation to Hawai’i.

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    • All I Ever Wanted

      Posted at 8:01 pm by kayewer, on June 20, 2026

      I just returned from a week’s vacation, and I can honestly say that it is the first one in which I have truly been able to relax.

      The average vacation is not one hundred percent leisure and endless carefree hours (especially for parents), but planning and common sense can make the process easier whether you are a single traveler or a family of four. I started the process early, and from prior experience was able to keep my packing to a minimum (and the return trip even less). My goal was to eat out for dinner, so with my brunch schedule already accounted for, my provisions took up one bag.

      I brought my journal and a crochet project, along with my writing tools. My amusement came mostly from where I was staying, walking and enjoying the various joys of a different place after a winter of unmelting piles of snow.

      I had towels and sheets I keep for just the vacation, which took up one bag. My carry-on bag was already outfitted with my basic flip-flops, sun hat, and various swim gear, and I added daily clothes on top. In the end I only needed to make three trips from the car, and it took me about twenty minutes to unpack and set up.

      What truly surprised me was how well I slept. Without the pending knell of the alarm to answer to, I found restorative rest every morning, which was a prescription no doctor can truly offer if the mind and body are unwilling. Even though the room was as light as mine at home is dark, and sounds unfamiliar to me were easily heard, I found that this past week was helpful beyond the cost of the week. I hadn’t truly realized how the weeks of work and driving (which increased when I was asked to return to the office in February at the height of the brutal winter) had enervated my spirit.

      Now that I’m back home and anticipating the catching up I will need to do (including an amazing amount of laundry in spite of the little I took with me), I realize that such respites are even more necessary at my age, and I will be sure to find another week of rest this year. Whether I stay home or go elsewhere, I know that I owe myself a break from the ordinary.

      Happy summer everybody.

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    • Hybridized

      Posted at 3:05 pm by kayewer, on April 25, 2026

      Just when I was starting to truly feel comfortable working from home and had figured that, after nearly six years of it, I would not be going back to the office, I was called back to the office. We are working under a hybrid schedule a few days a week, and then we also work from home.

      This meant much more than just readjusting to the workplace environment. There was now the issue of resuming expenses for transportation in terms of bridge tolls, gas and parking. Meal planning is another animal altogether, and a topic for another time.

      I’m using a different bridge to get to work now, and I fill my tank more frequently. The mileage didn’t change much (about 11 miles), but now I know my car won’t last me as far into retirement. The major highways are brutal proving grounds for motorists, where speed limits are posted but are actually based on a mass-approved code of conduct which is considerably higher. In this world, everybody stays in their space. One doesn’t tailgate too close or lag too far behind. Somebody zooming past and crossing three lanes at 90 is speeding, and nobody likes that.

      At least the parking is subsidized, and of my three location choices I may have made the wisest one. First, it’s a covered garage and not an open parking lot (I avoid needing to scrape ice or remove snow, which was a plus during the extreme weather). Second, it’s a short but much-needed walk. Third, it’s well-tended and feels safe.

      Over the years, my memories of work and my life (which, let’s face it, are interchangeable) have been based upon where my workspace was located. Let me explain.

      In the early years, I worked in the windowless basement, where our small contact center was among three dark central call-taking departments. We shared space with IT and the mailroom, which still had a huge shredder the size of an industrial washing machine. My next big leap was when call processing was moved to an upper floor, and we received cubicles with orange burlap walls. The nearest window for me was yards away.

      We then moved to a secondary building, and I could push my chair away from my desk, look around the cubicle wall (which was now a neutral grey) and see a window. After that, I transferred to a different building, and the cubicle walls partially hid the windows, but I was against those walls and saw the outside world readily.

      At last, I was sent to an office in which I had a large cubicle with several windows directly behind me. I saw sunlight and approaching rain with equal joy. Then that building was shut down in 2020, and we began remote work from home.

      Now I have a large cubicle again, but the windows are steps away for those of us in the inner circle. The managers have the window offices, which is fair.

      However, the building isn’t filled with the activity of six years ago. In fact, if there are 30 people on my floor, I think we have a crowd. The last day in the building each week can almost always be mistaken for a Friday, yet there is still work from home to do. It’s an effort to reach what will be the new normal, but it’s good to have other human beings nearby again. When working at home feels like being a caretaker in a graveyard, with the other empty homes on the block silent as tombstones, it helps to know there is a journey which will end with something resembling what we used to know.

      I don’t speed to get there, but I anticipate it every time.

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    • All You Can Enjoy

      Posted at 9:28 pm by kayewer, on April 11, 2026

      Today was a girls’ day out, and I spent an enjoyable day with two long-time friends at a huge smorgasbord and gift shop. Some of it I spent eating, a lot of it sharing conversation, and a little shrinking my paycheck funds. This is the kind of outing that is becoming rare, but we find time to spend with each other whenever possible, and this was one of the nicest Saturdays this year.

      The three of us arrived in time to have an early pre-dinner packed with everything an empty stomach could wish for. Utensils are one set per person, but plates are dutifully taken away as we went to get fresh ones and fill up with as much food as we could hold. None of us had eaten so much before, being seniors and watching our waistlines as they grow in spite of dieting.

      I started reasonably enough with seafood: salmon served at a cooking station, followed by helpings from hot trays brimming with fried shrimp, cod, crabmeat stuffed fish and plenty of sides. The next plate was piled with vegetables, including broccoli, peas, Brussels sprouts, carrots, mushrooms and mixed beans. The one thing I avoided was salad, since I ate salads all week. Plate three included chicken tenders, baked potato, crab cakes and more sides. Finally, the meal ended with plentiful desserts of key lime and apple pie, chocolate cake and specialty puddings.

      Then we shopped. The gift shop is the size of a department store emporium and populated with collectibles and local crafts. We each have a favorite artist, and we grabbed a cart to take a tour around the building and choose our bounty to take home. I looked at wind chimes and found the pricing a bit steep, so I made a few choices of my favorite collectibles, and my companions narrowed their selections down to some much-desired items. By the time we left, we had hands filled with bags (and one large box for an oversized collectible that had no bag to fit in).

      The best part of the outing was the camaraderie and conversation, which I’ve lacked for most of the past three months. Bad weather and my return to the office have upended my life this winter, but we were able to make time at last to spend together, and the April weather didn’t make it difficult. The drive was calm, the crowds reasonable, and the overall experience was pleasant.

      It’s nice for once to not have a negative thing to say, and we should find ways to bring such joy into our lives as we move from a brutal winter into a (so far) promising spring. Fill your plates with happiness, let your tummies gurgle with delight and your soul sing from the enlightenment of interactions with others.

      And it’s okay to burp.

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    • Comfort(unst)able

      Posted at 3:07 pm by kayewer, on February 21, 2026

      This week seems to be a repeat of a month ago, as we prepare for another winter weather assault which may be a record-setting blizzard. If you recall, at the end of January, we had a major storm event. The piles of snow lingered until just this past week, when temperatures climbed high enough to melt much (but not all) of it and reveal lawns for many residents. Today has been mild and quiet except in groceries throughout as the milk/bread/eggs/toilet paper crowd descends to stock up in case two or three days go by without the ability to go anywhere.

      Fortunately I had bread and milk, and being a member of a bulk buy club, I have TP enough to last until the spring. I did buy eggs and produce today. Now all that’s left is to hunker down all day Sunday and pray hard for no turbulence.

      Many people wonder if this wild weather is the result of climate change, and that idea is definitely not far-fetched. The more mess we make on our planet, the more Mother Nature needs to do to keep up with it. When we used to have grocery stores the size of the average CVS today, and packaging which degraded in a landfill, extreme weather didn’t seem to be as common. Now we are in an age of huge mega-stores with the most bizarre products sold in indestructible plastics, and landfills brimming with junk for whom nobody wants to take responsibility.

      It’s estimated that a little more than every 15 hours, we fill the AT&T Stadium in Arlington, TX (home to the Dallas Cowboys) with plastic trash. In my county, we only recycle type 1 and type 2 plastics. Sometimes there are no designations on the container, so the general guideline is “When in doubt, throw it out.” This means anything other than type 1 or 2 goes heaven knows where. This is why I have been conscious of takeout containers and how I dispose of them. Fortunately a few of my favorites are now composed of plant-based materials guaranteed to compost by itself, or paper which will turn to pulp.

      If we start counting on the bottomless oceans to accept what we don’t want to handle (as in repurpose or destroy), eventually we will run out of space, and it would take more than an episode of a show such as Hoarders to fix the problem.

      What this all means is that our waste generates a challenge to natural events. Gasses and runoff poison our planet, and precipitation is part of the way the Earth is cleansed. There must be a correlation somewhere. Our record-breaking storms have all seemed to come in the modern era. The biggest recorded storm was in 1888 with some 50 inches of white stuff burying everything, but we’ve had a few since the 1970s to be as inconvenient as that epic disaster.

      Anyway, this second part of the wrath of nature 2026 again threatens to affect millions of people, and so we must come together and hope for a reasonably good outcome and begin digging out from the snowdrifts come Monday into Tuesday. Again. Deja vu.

      Yet another storm front is being watched for the start of March.

      Those of you who love snow, better you than me. I’ll be staying inside where (I hope) I can stay warm.

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    • The Cold Hard Truth

      Posted at 6:19 pm by kayewer, on January 24, 2026

      As I’m posting this, a large portion of the United States is about to experience an extreme weather event. Temperatures are expected to drop to well below freezing and stay there for the next eight days. On Sunday (January 25), snow and sleet will move across many states and affect millions of residents. I wonder why the anticipation of bad weather has not been made less scary by now, when we could have been fixing things before they become concerns.

      Our world, for all its modern technology, has not turned within to make life safer, choosing the development of AI over basic ecology to protect the planet we use that AI upon. Right now, millions of us are holding devices in our hands and hoping we can keep them charged without the power going out. I’m using mine to post this, so I’m equally guilty, but my purpose in calling attention to this is twofold.

      First, our electric supply system has gone solar in many places, but we still rely on above-ground power lines connecting power to homes and which can be affected by extreme temperatures and high winds, not to mention rain, ice and snow. In summer, power outages mean the inconveniences of excessive heat in some areas of the country, but in winter those outages place lives at risk. This means not only residents freezing in their homes, but repair crews who are tasked with climbing poles in dangerous conditions to restore power.

      So, we have people at home with no power, heart and breathing conditions compromised, women and small children turning into ice pops, and men and women slipping on poles yards above an uncompromising icy wasteland trying to save them and not endanger themselves. Those residents who try home remedies such as heaters, fireplaces or generators may succumb to fume poisoning. Carbon monoxide indoors in winter is as silent a killer as low temperatures.

      It’s uncertain whether the mysterious disappearance of our trash into the oceans is partly to blame for our extreme weather, but it may well be contributing to it. We are so fast to cast anything aside without a care about what happens to it afterward; I suspect we are paying off disposal companies to “make it go away” and then turning a blind eye to what they do with it. I have had nightmares about people in 2069 seeing trash from 1999 appearing in the tides as the sea gives up its unwanted waste. We aren’t burning it, and places such as India are living among piles of e-debris nobody wants to salvage. We’re a throwaway race of humans in a world which can’t accept what we are discarding in such huge quantities. The seas grow warmer, and nature fights back with extreme cold. It’s a paradox that is making our seasons challenges to our existence.

      If we don’t corral these discrepancies, our winters and summers will become worse. If Disney can have all their power works underground, we can certainly come up with a way to preserve 24/7 power for the rest of us. If we can make trash, we should also be able to unmake it. A philosophy in Frank Herbert’s Dune mentioned that whoever can destroy something has control over it. Why would we make plastics nobody wants to process once it’s used and instead toss them into landfills or feed them to our marine life? These extremes in weather may mean that our planet is fighting back, so our best defense is to give it no reason to.

      But that is a bigger question that needs a much larger answer than this short blog post.

      So, what was the second reason?

      This event, as I said before, may change lives. I don’t know what will happen during this next week. There is an actual probability of catastrophe. People may die this coming week. Your best bet is to stay where you are. Don’t drive in icy conditions and need somebody else to come after you. Layer up. Hunker down and hope for the best. That’s what I will be doing.

      Here’s hoping for the best in the worst possible conditions.

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    • Fingertip of the Day

      Posted at 4:32 pm by kayewer, on November 29, 2025

      I started a new Thanksgiving tradition last year just for fun. When I saw a recipe in the local paper to make limoncello, I thought it would be a perfect distraction project. Since I don’t drink alcohol but maybe once a year (and this is about that time for once), and I had none of the ingredients or tools, I was all in.

      Try new things, they say. It will be fun, they say. And at least it’s not cave exploring or snow skiing.

      Last early November, I popped into the local food market and Target to buy the things I would need for the first part of the preparation. I bought organic lemons, my container and jars, then went to the liquor store (all in the same strip mall) for vodka. The general opinion of my inner circle is that Tito’s is the drink of choice, so I got a big bottle and, on Thanksgiving Day, I set to work.

      First, the lemons needed to be peeled to incorporate the yellow outsides with the vodka for the flavor infusion. My vegetable peeler didn’t quite meet the task, though it had peeled potatoes under my mother’s skills for decades, so I ended up using a grater. Once the peels (more like grains) of lemon and booze were in a container, I got to watch them for three weeks while they mingled and produced a yellow concoction not unlike Mountain Dew(R).

      Once the infusion part was done, I needed to incorporate simple syrup to taste. My problem was that I had no taste by which to judge what I was making, never having actually consumed limoncello. When unsure, go with your gut, I always say. A few additions of sweet water and tasting later, I had a half dozen jars of liquid joy. They went over a treat.

      This year, I had a new vegetable peeler for the task, but forgot about getting organic lemons to make the prep faster. I had bought non-organic seedless lemons, and needed to wash them in hot water to remove the wax coating. It wasn’t a bad chore, and I enjoyed watching the plumes of wax drifting in the sink water’s eddies while I worked. It added a few minutes to the prep, but we were on schedule, and the turkey would be going into the oven at the appointed hour.

      When it came time to peel, my new device started out going through those lemon rinds like a knife through butter.

      Until that butter was my fingertip in the way.

      A moment of stinging pain, and suddenly my index finger was a leak in the dam, dripping happily like it was auditioning for a slasher movie. Direct pressure stung like heck and did nothing. I had to abandon the project for a bit and sit down with my arm above my head to slow the pulsing flow of my dark red DNA infused lifeforce from exiting my body like those movie patrons fleeing The Blob.

      After seriously considering a visit to urgent care for what amounted to a pinprick wound–what a way to spend Thanksgiving–the deluge subsided, and I was able to securely bandage the spot with waterproof tape and bandages and get safely back to the project, minus one vital finger.

      As I’m typing, the finger isn’t tender, nor has the skin color altered in any alarming way, but I do have one heck of a bandage job on there to help me when I had to work yesterday (no Black Friday off for me), and so far I’ve been able to do everything in spite of the inconvenience of that thick layer of first aid.

      The limoncello is percolating at room temperature in the kitchen, soon to become my second annual homemade gift of intoxicating wonder.

      And I can honestly say I put blood* into it, if not sweat and tears.

      *(Due to my annoyingly calm nature, I was able to avoid spilling bodily fluids anywhere near the food, and I aimed my flowing finger immediately at the kitchen sink.)

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    • Cornered

      Posted at 4:28 pm by kayewer, on November 15, 2025

      I went to an event in Pittsburgh, PA today, which means that this Jersey girl drove across the entire commonwealth and back, which takes a little over nine hours round trip. Having done this excursion before, I got smart and took a hotel room overnight instead of spending an entire day driving to and from. By the time I navigated traffic in the infamous Philadelphia concrete car-choking freeway that is known as the “Sure Kill Expressway,” I was famished and tired. I did what any red-blooded average person does; I stopped at McDonald’s to pick up “linner.” That’s a word for when you get late lunch or early dinner, to the uninitiated, just like brunch is breakfast/lunch.

      The chicken wraps are a popular choice, and they still had a third spicy buffalo version available, so I bought one of each. When I got the bag home, each wrap was lovingly bundled like a baby with a sticker on the corner of the paper to prevent unravelling. The buffalo wrap was even given special treatment because it had no wrapper of its own, so the order slip was attached to it to identify it from the other two.

      This is where it got interesting. And forgive me for being such a detail-oriented persnickety person.

      The other two wraps were done the exact same way; same rolling technique, same sticker. Two cleanly executed handfuls of my not having to cook. When I unwrapped the first, however, I realized that the wrapper itself was designed to identify the two varieties of chicken wrap: Spicy or Ranch. The Spicy wrap has red labelling in the corner, and Ranch has blue, across from each other on the same paper wrapper. The trick is that the person doing the wrapping has to remember to put the hot item into the opposite corner of what it is, placing the Ranch wrap in the Spicy corner and vice versa, so that when it is rolled and closed with the sticker, the identity of the type of wrap is clearly marked on the outside.

      Both of mine were identified as Spicy. Inside one, though, was the Ranch I ordered.

      Who knew chicken wraps could have an identity crisis?

      As I bit into my Ranch wrap which identified as Spicy, I pondered the absurdity of the issue, wishing at the same time that whoever was cranking out the chicken wraps would actually experience an epiphany and figure out how the paper was supposed to be applied. I don’t know if this is just me or just them, but either the person wasn’t trained, or they didn’t realize that this was the key to something small but important in how to identify similar items. If three people ordered different wraps, the buffalo order was easy to spot, but the others needed to be unwrapped to figure out which was which.

      Anyway, the wraps were wonderful, the fries tasty as always, and the grumbling in my tummy has subsided.

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    • Korean Chow

      Posted at 3:22 pm by kayewer, on October 11, 2025

      Sometimes my social media feed presents interesting content which I didn’t ask for. Recently I began getting videos of what Korean office workers eat for lunch.

      I haven’t had a lunch in a workplace cafeteria since March 2020 when our building shut down and we began working from home. Our cafeteria was accommodating and offered great choices, and I have the late middle aged girth to prove it. Our staff would conduct barbeques outside the cafeteria for special occasions and grill chicken, burgers and hotdogs, while inside we would have actual dinner fare for lunch. This probably stemmed from the amount of time most people would be stuck in traffic going home in the evenings, to prevent them having dinner at 8:00 at night.

      Apparently Korean office staff are fed by their company at no or little expense to the employees. That’s a plus. The lunch privilege is often part of hiring contracts and something they are proud of, especially when costs are making it harder to meet such expenses.

      The videos I have seen show somebody picking up a multi-compartment tray of nearly a dozen indented shapes and approaching a rice cooker filled with the day’s selection, often multi-grain or even purple rice which one self serves with a paddle resting nearby in a bowl of water. Next often comes kimchi (fermented cabbage and/or radish) or a variant. Next would come bulgogi, which is marinated meat thin-sliced and cooked on the grill or stir-fried. Vegetables are plentiful and may include a variety of leaves, shoots or salad greens; in fact, I have yet to see a clip without a healthy green salad accompanied by a ladle of pastel dressing of some kind.

      Proteins can be squid rings, fish cakes, chicken or even pork. They all looked beautifully presented and came in fork-sized servings, though the only tools the person in the video used were a long-handled metal spoon and chopsticks. Everything is apparently washed, and with the exception of drinks, there is little to no paper waste.

      One food item that piqued my curiosity was acorn jelly or dotorimuk, which is as you would expect from a savory gelatin; acorn starch is dissolved in water, with salt added, solidified and served in blocks with an optional dipping sauce. It’s supposed to have a simple, nutty flavor.

      Another popular selection is stew or jjigae (gee-gay), cold soups, and spicy broths with the option to add ramen style noodles and heat over an individual hot plate. The tray filled up with what we might consider an extended flight of samplers but actually serve as a way to eat a little of everything and receive the nutritional values of each without going overboard.

      The beverages were often small (think five ounce sized) and consisted of teas infused with peach or another fruit. No ice. Not a lot to eat or drink, but apparently just enough for lunch.

      The obesity rate in South Korea is at a third of the population, especially for men and older adults, which seems odd considering the healthy fare I saw in the videos. There was nothing I would not be willing to try were I to find myself in a Seoul office building at lunchtime. Even an anchovy dish looked worthwhile.

      The selection of lunch line videos has been inviting, especially when the OP has submitted so many of them that I won’t see a duplicate for some time. And when I am not drooling over kimchi, I can watch a rug cleaner, a sheep shearer, or a cow farrier relieving a bovine of nails in their hooves. Or watch more Universal visitors get insulted by Megatron.

      What do they think of me in that social media algorithm mindset? I may never know. But keep feeding me.

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