Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Back to Normal


Jeri and Phil have packed up and headed off to our Tahoe condo for the week (this  was Walt's mother's condo, which we now jointly own with his sister).  I was surprised at how tired I was all day.  It wasn't that the weekend was all that busy, but busier than I've been in awhile and I guess that past a certain age you notice.

Jeri had the full Grandma experience while she was here.  She saw her three times, and each time was completely different from the previous time.

The first time was the day after they arrived when the four of us (Jeri, Phil, Walt and me) went to Atria and brought a new arrangement of artificial flowers.

It was a normal visit.  The same repeating of things a lot, but hugging and sharing photos and my mother, who had been rather non-committal about the prospect of a visit with Jeri prior to their arrival, seemed to genuinely enjoy being with her again.

The next day was the day of the Nifty Fifty party.  While we were packing up and getting ready to Jeri and Phil went to see my mother again.  It was awful.  They tried calling her first but she didn't answer (I discovered yesterday she had unplugged her phone).  So they knocked on the door and she answered but it was one of her "out of it days" and she passed out on them three times.  Jeri called me and I told her to tell the front desk.  I talked with someone at the front desk and they are trying to decide whether to send her to the ER or not.

What to do? What to do?  Should I go to the party, or stay home on the chance my mother might be going to the ER? Finally, after discussion with Atria, I decided that we would go in two cars, Atria had my cell phone number and Jeri's and if they decided my other should go to the ER, they would call and I could meet them there in about 45 minutes.  Obviously, I ended up enjoying the party and did not get a call from Atria.

They put her on an "every 2 hour" watch schedule, where someone would check on her every two hours.  I'm not sure if she's still on that or not, but it was a tremendous relief to know that she would be checked on that often.

Then, the night before they left, Jeri and Phil went to Atria to have dinner with her.  At some point Jeri called to say that they had not had dinner with her and were going to get food for themselves and did we need anything?

I had visions of her refusing to eat, as she often does, stating that she doesn't feel well.  But that was not the case at all.  When they got to Atria, they saw her in the dining room eating, so they waited until she left and then went with her to the apartment.  Jeri reported that they had a wonderful time, singing and telling jokes! (I want Jeri to move back to Davis again!!)  So they left with a good feeling.


Yesterday, I went to visit and it really was back to normal.  The first thing she told me was that she's getting old, then she said she didn't feel well.  I told her what we'd been doing the past 3 days and when I finished she asked "so what have you been doing I should know about?"  She had no memory of seeing Jeri.  I realize that with her you have t enjoy literally the MINUTE because it will be gone the next minute...but the minute you are enjoying is real and she is enjoying herself in that minute.

I was there for an hour during which time she asked at least a dozen time what I was doing tonight (she ony asked twice if we were going dancing) and what I had been doing. She complained about being old, she complained about the "mess" on her patio (they are doing remodeling), she loved the artificial flowers, and she looked off into the distance and sighed a lot.  That was how our hour went.  She would pick up a little booklet of pix of Bri when she was a baby, look through it, then toss it aside in disgust.  She did that over and over again.  

And so it begins again   I was emotionally exhausted when I came home and took a nap.
Today I'll be back to deliver meds and pick up laundry, but I am having lunch with friends first, so won't try to eat with her too.

Tonight the Music Circus season comes to an end with a production of The Hunchback of Notre Dame.  Music Circus is one of only four theaters in the company that were granted permission to perform the show, and we've been warned that this is not the Disney version, but close to the original book, so not really recommended for small children.


The summer theater season is coming to an end, which means that the fall theater season will be starting soon!  Since I started reviewing for the Sacramento period too it seems that theater is my life.  It's fun, but sometimes overwhelming when there are three openings a weekend back to back with three more openings the following weekend.  The nice thing is that the salary for the Sacramento writers has almost doubled in the past month and that's a very nice thing!

Monday, August 22, 2016

Flooding

This weekend has been a flood of emotions, first a bad ay with my mother, which left me wondering if I was going to the Nifty Fifty party at all, or should stay home in case she had to be taken to the ER (I decided with the Atria person, that I would go, but she had my cell phone number and Jeri's and would call if they were taking her to the ER and I'd come back.  We did not receive a call.)  I left town with a flood of emotions about that.

And then there was the flood of emotions I always feel when we get together with the Pinata People. All those memories, good and sad.  Remembering the folks who are no longer here, rejoicing in the ones who are.  Watching each of us in Generation 1 as our bodies slowly begin to break down, looking at the adult of Generation 2 and their children and remembering when we were those guys, and the kids of Generation 3 as they continue to learn about this special group, and each other.  Wishing that Father Quinn, who is responsible for this all, were here to see what his counsel has wrought!

And then today there is the flood of family emotion, with Alice and Joe driving up from Santa Barbaa, Norm and Olivia driving from Petaluma, all meeting here to see Jeri and Phil before they return to Boston.

But before that flood could take place, there was the real flood in our kitchen.  It happened so quickly and was so suddenly all-encompassing that I didn't even think to take a picture.

I was standing in the kitchen making a cup of coffee when I heard water running  I thought I had left the tap on, but no.  It wasn't coming from there.  Then I looked at the door to the laundry room and was water pouring down the door and soon, I felt water on my arm, as it poured out of the light fixture over the sink.

Walt ran upstairs to discover that the upstairs toilet had overflowed and the floor was covered with water.  Fortunately, we still have a big bag of towels left over from our puppy fostering days and I quickly soaked all of them while Walt used all of the towels upstairs to mop up the mess there.  He got the toilet to stop running, but we haven't investigated what we need to do to keep it from happening again.

We spent time going through all the things that had been soaked and throwing away food awash in "diaper rash water" (as it is known in Pinata circles).

We were about finished when the family arrived.  Jeri and Phil were out, but we sat and talked  Walt showed Norm a photo book on Hawaii, which has photos from around the area where they lived for several years.


Then Norm presented his own treasure, a vintage photo he had found of their great-great grandfather.  Norm has always wanted to know where the "Norm" came from and his mother could never remember, only that his father had named him, but unearthing some old daguerreotypes he discovered one labeled "Norman Eldred."


While they were talking about their newly discovered great-grandfather, the others (Alice, Olivia and Joe) were looking through an old book of Walt's grandmother's, telling the story of their father, from birth to high school graduation, and enjoying the photos in it.  Alice has started getting interested in the family history and this book was a treasure trove.  (It was one of the things I found when cleaning out my office.)


At 1:30 we went up to the Graduate, a brew pub about a mile from here, where we met Jeri and Phil...and Ned, who had come to join the group.


We all ordered our Grad Burgers an settled in for another visit.  Olivia and I did a lot of Trump-trashing, and well deserved it was indeed.  But my back can't take that long on a bench without some support, so I eventually moved to the other side of the restaurant to a booth, with something to lean against...and to watch them all enjoying each other.


Ned said I looked so pathetic, he decided to drive me home...he had to get back anyway because Marta was due home.  So I came back to the support of my recliner.  Walt and the others followed soon and then they were also on their way.  Jeri and Phil walked over to Atria to have dinner with my mother, but she was already in the dining room eating (yay!) and when she finished they went back to her apartment where they seem to have had a lovely visit, including laughing and singing.  Such a change from yesterday!  So that ended the day on a flood of good emotions.  Jeri and Phil head off for a week at our condo at Tahoe and then back here, briefly, before flying back to Boston.

Sunday, August 21, 2016

Nifty Fifty


This may look like a "nothing" picture, but I think it is my favorite from our Nifty Fifty party today.


It's just Ned chatting with Kevin and Eric and Joe (Eric an Joe are brothers) but I just got such a warm feeling about the camaraderie among them and then I looked around and Jeri was chatting with Jenny's husband Dave and other little clumps of comfortable members of the "family" were getting caught up on what had happened in their lives since we last saw them.  I got all verklempt.

Because, if you go by blood and birth certificates and all that jazz, they aren't related in any way, shape, or form, but are more "family" than some other family members who may be on the genealogy chart,

These are the Pinata People, about whom I have written before. 10 people who met at Newman Hall in the 1960s, coupled, married and among them produced 22 children and throughout all these years, we have remained close friends.  We were in each other's weddings, we are godparents to each other's children. We took vacations together-- many, many camping trips.  We nursed each other's children, they attended the same schools (at least until the middle 1960s, when we started moving in different directions). We have seen the death of three of the kids, and five of the adults.  We've been there for people's funerals and even the funerals of their parents.  

The first year we had what became an annual New Year' Day party there were five children.  And all of us were pregnant.  The next year there were ten children.  We never doubled in size again (thank goodness!) but ten years ago we had a birthday party for the five who were turning 40 and today we had a party for the five who are turning 50 this year.

Liam, Joe, Steve, Jenny, Jeri

And we had a great turnout to celebrate.  Even my goddaughter, whom I have not seen or heard from in about ten years (she lives in Kentucky) was there, with her two brothers.


Only 4 of the living original 22 were not able to be with us.


The remaining Gen 1 folks were felt very warm and fuzzy to see all of our children enjoying each other's company again..


The Gen 3 kids who came (I've lost track of how many Gen 3 kids there are now) stood and posed, but I know it didn't mean nearly as much to them as it did to us


There was a pinata, of course, but I'm disappointed in my pinata photos, so none here, 


But the kids did gather to cut the cake.  There were so many problems with my decorating of this cake, I have declared this is my very LAST decorated cake.



After dessert, and much wine having been consumed, people started being tossed into the pool.


And of course, what else to do if you're in the pool but take a selfie.


Ned says that a bad thing about cell phones is that they have eliminated the possibility of surprise pool dunkings because most people have a phone in their pocket. These guys were just lucky that Steve's was waterproof.

Several of the group ended up in the hot tub.


It was just a wonderful day and we decided it will probably be the last of its kind, since I'm not sure we're going to be in shape to pull off a party when these guys turn 60!

Saturday, August 20, 2016

Saturday Nine

NO WAY I'm not doing this one!!!
Welcome to Saturday: 9. What we've committed to our readers is that we will post 9 questions every Saturday. Sometimes the post will have a theme, and at other times the questions will be totally unrelated. Those weeks we do "random questions," so-to-speak. We encourage you to visit other participants posts and leave a comment. Because we don't have any rules, it is your choice. We hate rules. We love memes, however, and here is today's meme!


Saturday 9: The Trolley Song (1944)


... Because Stacey suggested Judy Garland. Unfamiliar with this week's tune? Hear it here.


1) In this movie clip, just about everyone (except Judy) is wearing a hat. Do you wear hats for fashion, for warmth or for both?
I have a large head and "one size fits most" hats do not fit my head.  They sit on top like a cherry on a sundae.  I hear Oprah has the same problem, so she has her hats specially made.  Not having Oprah's budget, I just don't wear hats.  Period.

2) This song is from Meet Me in St. Louis, which was a huge hit and the second highest grossing movie of 1944. When is the last time you watched a movie in the theater

We went to see Room in January.  It is the only movie we have seen this year.  So far. (But I really want to see Florence Foster Jenkins next week)

3) The movie follows the Smith family as their hometown, St. Louis, prepares to host the 1904 World's Fair. What's the biggest thing happening in your hometown

I can't think of anything specific right now, but the last biggest thing I remember happening was the gathering in central park to unveil the new wall for the bathroom.  We had a band and refreshments and newspaper coverage.  It was a Very Big Deal.

 
4) This week's featured artist, Judy Garland, is best known as Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz. That movie is shown so often that Sam thinks she may have seen it a dozen times. Is there a movie or holiday special you've seen over and over?
I don't know how many times I have seen Judy Garland in A Star Is Born, but easily more than 100 times since I first saw it in 1953.  It made a Judy Garland fanatic of me.  (I even got to see her perform live three times, and met her once.)
5) Judy admitted to being perpetually tardy. Are you usually prompt? Or are you always running late?
I am almost never late.  In fact it's eerie how often  arrive exactly on time, to the minute, whether I plan it that way or not.

6) Judy's first professional performance was a rendition of "Jingle Bells" when she was just two. How old were you when you entered your chosen profession
Well, since I worked all of my life typing in some capacity or other, I guess that would be when I was a junior in high school.  The last 15 years or so I was a medical transcriptionist and I got started at that in about 1987, when I was 44.

7
) Thinking of "Jingle Bells," here's a wintery question for a hot summer day: What's your favorite carol?
I have always loved "Silver Bells," but can anybody resist Judy's version of "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas" in Meet Me In St. Louis?

(with Margaret O'Brien)
8) Judy was a very demonstrative person. She enjoyed hugs and admitted that, when she nervous, she took emotional support from physically reaching out. Are you demonstrative?
It depends.  I can be.  But I can also be reticent too.

9) She told Barbara Walters that people would be surprised to learn that she was a good cook and specialized in desserts. Do you have a sweet tooth?
Is the Pope Catholic?

Friday, August 19, 2016

Today at logos


Well, you're going to read a lot of "left without buying anything" here.  I made a grand total of THREE sales this afternoon.

I was pleased, however, to find Sandy and granddaughter Sarah working when I got there.  It's been several months since I've seen Sarah and I swear she's grown a foot and suddenly is starting to look more mature.  She's less than a year older than Brianna, which makes me wonder what Bri is going to be like next year!

She was telling me about watching Steve Harvey's "Extraordinary kids" and in particular one little kid who taught himself to play piano at age 4, while watching his father playing. It was fun having the brief visit, but yogurt was calling them, so they didn't stay.


The first customer came in looking for a specific philosophy book, which we did not have, so he left.
The next customer was a Latino in cargo pants and a maroon polo shirt, carrying a drink.  He checked the literature section, but then left without buying anything

An older man with white hair was standing at the Bargain Books but didn't come in.

A red headed girl came in with a bag of books to donate.  They were packaged in a bag from the store "Forever 21."  After I emptied the bag and started to fold it up, I discovered that on the bottom of the bag the store had printed a Biblical reference ("John 3:16"), which seemed a bit odd.  Reminded me of a local attorney who advertises on TV a lot and his commercial always contains a biblical quote on the bottom of it.

A guy I described as a "Mike Blackford" type, but he wasn't as put together. He had long unruly white hair under a baseball cap, and a goatee.  He was carrying a big heavy backpack an wearing flip flops.  He checked the literataure section for a bit, but left without buying anything.

A middle aged man wearing cargo pants (which seem to be very big around here) and a blue polo shirt.  He had either a 5:00 shadow or was doing a good Don Johnson imitation. complete with sunglasses.  He was looking for books by Julia Whitty, but did not find what he was looking for. so left without buying anything

(is this becoming a recording?)

A middle aged man wearing a salmon festival t shirt was looking for a Fodor guide to national parks, but he didn't find it and left without buying anything.

Two young women, each wearing baseball caps with distressed very short denim shorts came in.  They looked around for a long time, but ultimately left without buying anything.

An older man with a walker came in to donate books.  He sat down to rest before leaving.  I gathered from what he said that he had been a photographer and never used things like PhotoShop to enhance a photo.  He had been to Alaska trying to photograph Denali, but never managed to see it without clouds surrounding it. He asked what the status of the store is and I told him I didn't know, but thought they had another year to go on their lease.

A middle aged woman with a lovely pink patterned blouse and jeans looked around in Lit for awhile, but then left without buying anything.

A curly headed young man I had not even seen enter was actually my very first sale, at 3:30.  He bought "90⁰ North," about the quest for the North Pole.  He didn't seem impressed when I told him he was my first sale of the day.

3 Asian women came in together and looked around for a long time, but didn't buy anything.

A very tall man who looked like Michael Gross from Family Ties didn't stay long before leaving but he turned his head around as he was walking out and gave me a smile.
3:45 and my second sale, a middle aged man who bought a book on the 12 Century Renaissance. 
 
A woman who looked like me, rotund all in black and unkempt, came in and out without buying anything

By now I was getting so bored that I was actually taking pictures of my wrinkled skin to post to Facebook.

My friend came at 4:15 and even he didn't find anything he liked today, so bought nothing.

A middle-aged woman in a skirt, with her hair in a bun and a heavy backpack on her back entered.  She asked when our next Monday sale as going to be, and then left without buying anything...but she returned later and bought four bargain books.
A woman stopped by the window to take a picture of a book on the display table.  Then she came in and asked how late we would be open.  I got the idea she planned to come back later and buy the book.

A tall guy wearing a shirt that said "Make it rain" was looking for textbooks but looked around anyway and then left.

Susan arrived early since her Italian speaking group was meeting tonight.  I asked her the status of the store.  The building has been sold to some conglomerate that builds strip malls.  The jewelry store had its rent raised so high they moved out, but the shop has remained empty for months.  The athletic shop next door will probably close.  
Susan says their lease is up in January, and they may have to close up shop.  But since Peter just turned one of those "zero years" he may be ready to give up working so hard to do some traveling.

We talked about the upcomng "Nifty Fifty" party the Pinata Group is having on Saturday (celebrating the 5 Pinata kids who turn 50 this year).  
 
There are 44 coming and one guy has bought a pinata.  Of all years for Tom to decide not to come...but maybe hitting a 49er symbol would be too painful for him.
I bought enough clams and cream cheese to make a vat of clam dip and ingredients to decorate the cake I promised to bring.  Another pinata cake (we will not hit it...I don't think).

In the morning we are meeting with Atria reps again to see about arranging for assisted living for my mother, an in the afternoon Lizzie gets her annual shots
Oh yeah...and something exciting happened at the end of the day:

Jeri and Phil arrived from Boston!!!!

Thursday, August 18, 2016

Astonishingly Excellent

Since all reputable fact-checking organizations have shown that 90% of everything Donald Trump says is either an outright lie (Obama did not create Isis) or at best, highly suspect, it's not surprising that the supposed letter from his doctor proving his excellent health would come under scrutiny, and downright derision.

The doctor can be forgiven for the weird letter, I guess, since he's been dead for two years.

In the letter, the doctor, a gastroenterologist, who is a specialist, and not someone that would normally perform a general exam, says that his recent exam showed only "positive."  Since lab tests are usually to rule out certain diseases, one can assume from this that he is suffering from a constellation of diseases, everything from diabetes to syphilis.

But that can't be because the lab results are "astonishingly excellent." Now doesn't that make you feel like a piker?  My lab results are usually within normal limits, but I've never aspired to be astonishingly excellent and I'm not sure how I could rig them for that result.  

“It’s very odd for a doctor to say, ‘He’s had a complete medical examination that showed only positive results,’” said Jonathan Moreno, a professor of medical ethics at the University of Pennsylvania. “Normally a positive result in the language of medicine is not a good thing."

(Moreno also points out a conspicuous absence in this report from a gastroenterologist...who doesn't mention whether or not Trump has ever had a colonoscopy. Apparently questioning the Trump team whether or not he had colon polyps received no response. Perhaps that's TMI)

Even when writing a faux medical report, Trump can't resist making himself better than the average man.  "His physical strength and stamina are extraordinary."  Give that man a cape.

"If elected, Mr. Trump, I can state unequivocally, will be the healthiest individual ever elected to the presidency."

Give me a break.  What reputable doctor, even a dead one, would write that?  You could check the doctor's web site, listed on the letterhead, but it does not link to anything.

“I don’t want to question Dr. Bornstein,” said Jeffrey Singer, a practicing general surgeon and adjunct scholar at the libertarian Cato Institute. “But doctors don’t usually say that kind of thing.”“I could understand Donald Trump saying that, because that’s the kind of thing he says—just like he’s the smartest guy and the richest guy and all that,” Singer continued. “But doctors don’t usually make those kind of superlative comments.”

Unless, of course, you’re Donald Trump’s doctor.

It always amuses me when Trump asserts that Hillary Clinton does not have the physical stamina for the office.  Did he see her travel schedule while Secretary of State?  The woman never stopped...and most people on the world stage seem to have liked her, unlike Trump, who is getting negative comments worldwide.
 
An Australian friend of mine, a woman I met while visiting Australia, recently wrote " I think the world is waiting to see if Americans are stupid enough to elect Donald Trump. As you say - stranger things have happened. Like Hitler. Surely common sense will prevail."  One can only hope

“This is a Mel Brooks version of an election campaign, except it’s deadly serious,” said Constanze Stelzenmüller, formerly of The German Marshall Fund in Berlin, now with the Brookings Institution in Washington. Above all, she said, Germans are disturbed by echoes they hear of 20th century fascism in Europe, from Hitler to Mussolini. And they hear in Trump’s anti-immigrant rhetoric the views of far right parties in Europe today, whipping up fears of Muslim immigrants flooding their continent. An American president joining that chorus will “just inflame the trend,” she said.
Germany's Der Spiegel has called Trump the most dangerous man in the world

Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu, who supported Obama’s Republican challenger Mitt Romney in 2012, invited Trump to visit in December. But after the candidate’s comments about banning Muslims, he withdrew the invitation. "it’s Trump’s lack of experience that most worries Israelis, " explains David Makovsky of the Jerusalem Post. “They live in a tough neighborhood, so Israelis don’t want an American president who needs on-the-job training,” he said. “Because they have to play six-dimensional chess in a very complicated Middle East, they want someone who knows how to play chess.”

Mexican President Enrique Peña Nieto said there’s no way his government will pay for Trump’s wall between the two countries. And he went further, likening Trump to Hitler and Mussolini in proposing “very easy, simple solutions to problems that are obviously not that easy to solve,” expressed in “strident rhetoric (that) have only led to very ominous situations in the history of humanity.”

One career U.S. ambassador in Latin America sums up what troubled the officials he deals with about Trump. “I hear one word — reckless. People are afraid that he will be as reckless with the instruments of national power — military, economic and diplomatic.

French President Francois Hollande expressed extreme revulsion at Donald Trump’s “excesses” and warned against his authoritarian tone.

The French liberal newspaper Liberation has described him as a nightmare turned reality. JK Rowling tweeted that he's worse than Voldemort. A recent Economist cover has a picture of Trump dressed as Uncle Sam with just one word, "Really?" That pretty much sums up the mood of global elites.


I voted in my first election when Johnson was running and I have voted in every presidential election since....and this is the weirdest election I've ever seen.

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

The Money Shot

I've probably watched more of the Olympics this time around than I have in a long time.  For two reasons.  First of all, I got hooked into the women gymnasts and secondly, with my new office, my TV is right at my elbow and whether I'm typing or working on a project, I can see it (unlike when it was on the other side of the room and I had to turn around to see it).

I have thoroughly enjoyed the successes of our athletes, but it does eventually start to feel like overkill.  Yes, I want each athlete in his or her particular sport to do the best they can, but when you are just watching the results and not necessarily the work that they went through to win, I start to feel embarrassed at our dominance of the medal count. it starts to feel like showing off.

(But then I'm the person who, when I was in grammar school and running for office, always voted for my opponent because I thought that was the polite thing to do and I assumed he/she would also vote for me.)

But the one thing that amuses me is watching the camera work.  Simone Biles has the same smile she turns on whenever a camera is pointed at her.


From what I have seen of her when she is not performing she is a happy person, but she can be having a serious moment and as soon as she sees the camera, she turns on the smile.  (It's the same before she begins her event.  Serious while she goes through the routine in her head and then the big smile as she gets on stage.

But the thing that amuses more than anything is the camera work at all the medal ceremonies.  

The athletes stand on the stand, get the medal put around their neck and then the national anthem starts to play.  You just know the cameraman is hoping to find a tear glistening in an eye.  If it begins to look like the athlete is going to get emotional, there is a slow pan to where the eye is the center of attention.  The camera man is often disappointed.

Michael Phelps admitted to feeling emotional and getting a little teary when he won his last individual medal, knowing it was the last time he would stand on that podium and see the American flag slowly rise in his honor.

If you see this photo in a larger size, you can see that his right eye is a little glistening, though no actual tears.

But the big money shot is to find an athlete who stands there with tears streaming down his/her face as the national anthem plays.  The cameraperson must have been positively orgasmic over swimmer Simone Manuel and her medal time.


But congratulations to all the winners and still-to-be-winners no matter which country they are from.  Let your tears flow freely--it's what the viewing public are hoping for, and the camera persons are praying for.



I took the day off today and stayed home and got "stuff" done.  Finished a pocket letter, wrote a dozen Compassion letters, folded laundry, and cooked a Blue Apron dinner.

I even got a cooking injury.  I was slicing a tomato on our new super sharp mandolin and could not find the thingy that attaches to the food so you don't slice your finger.  I decided to wing it and found out why you don't slice food without the thingy that attaches to the food.  (Note my Superman bandaid, which I bought in case Ned is here and needs a bandaid again.)

As I made our dinner, I realized that over the months that I have been cooking Blue Apron I have learned a lot of cooking skills I never had before.  I have learned so much that when I watch 11 year old on Chopped Junior I am starting to know what they are talking about.

I have even learned that I can eat (and enjoy) kale, with the right recipe.

And I love all those little bottles of things that the liquid ingredients called for in the recipe come in.  This particular recipe, for chicken burgers with hoisin mayonnaise had a record number of little bottles -- mayonnaise, hoisin sauce, soy sauce, sesame oil, and sriracha


(That brown thing behind the little bottles is how a tomato is packaged so it doesn't bruise in transit.  when a recipe calls for an egg, it also comes packaged in something like that)