Huh. I'm a reader and I have to soak up as much as I can. It's compulsive. In a pinch I'll read a cereal box.
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@Ginny, have you tried looking into the diabetic diet? My mom went on that for awhile after having what (she realized after many years) Lipitor-induced pre-diabetes. I couldn't believe how much food (a lot!) that diet has you eating!
I need to go on a diet. Someday. Had too much going on in my life lately and have been all about the comfort food. And not quite ready to give that up just yet.
I need to go on a diet. Someday. Had too much going on in my life lately and have been all about the comfort food. And not quite ready to give that up just yet.
Can you share the recipe? The last time I tried to make bread with almond flour it was horrid. The recipe called for too much water, as well as tapioca flour, which is high carb; I had to keep adding flour to it just to make dough, and despite proofing the yeast the whole thing fell flat. It also tasted bad and had the wrong texture.
My problem with refrigerating bread is that moisture condenses in the plastic bag and the bread comes out wet. Or else you wrap it in paper and it comes out dry. Your mileage may vary.
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I need to work on eating healthier. I'm just so unmotivated with everything.
@Margret my sister is like that. She just reads and reads and reads. It is impressive to watch.
@Margret my sister is like that. She just reads and reads and reads. It is impressive to watch.
Nice! It looks delicious. In my experience, it won't have a long shelf life, because there isn't any preservatives in it. It will be fine for up to 3 days. If you want it to last longer, keep it in the fridge. Or you could slice it all and freeze it. Then just take out what you need each day.
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Homemade foods are awesome. But it is true that they don't last long. I love baking cookies. I do that for work sometimes since the guys love them.
My mother breast fed me, and my brothers. Nowadays that's not unusual; back in the early fifties it was; my paternal aunts begged her not to disgrace the family by breast feeding (and they didn't mean that they thought it couldn't be done without showing too much skin; they meant that it was something done by women in third world countries with no bras). I was the first child, and when my brother was born two years later my mother was a bit worried about sibling rivalry and feared that when she fed the new baby I'd be jealous, so she told or read me stories while she fed John. Then Mark came along two years after that, and she continued the practice. There was no fourth child, so Mark missed out. Surprise! Both John and I read compulsively. The family joke is that "story" was my first word. It wasn't, of course. It was "Mama," as with most babies.
As far as I was concerned there was one reason to go to first grade -- someone was going to teach me to read so that I wouldn't have to rely on a grownup for stories any longer. She's long dead, but I still adore my first grade teacher.
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Oooooo. I wanna come work with you. I love cookies. My favorite is homemade oatmeal cookies fresh from the oven! Nom nom nom.
My sister learned to read when she was three. She practically taught herself to read since she was so intent on reading.
My first word was "Cat" go figure.
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I love the story you just told about being read to or told a story while your mother breast fed, and the way it resulted in you and your brother being compulsive readers. I'm also impressed that your mother didn't let anyone stand in the way of doing what she felt was right back in the 50's.
I love reading too! I was also born in the 50s and learned to read with Dick, Jane, and Tag!
My mother had been told that it was important to keep me from teaching myself to read, that it should wait until I got to first grade, and she went to great lengths to follow that advice. My kindergarten teacher told my mother I was "slow" because I was the only kid in class who couldn't spell my own name. I did manage to figure out that the spaces were used to separate words, but when I asked my mother about that she refused to either deny or verify it; it must have been very hard for her.
In all fairness to whoever gave her the advice, my first grade teacher was phenomenal. She had done some remedial teaching in reading, which always involved teaching phonics, so she decided that maybe fewer students would have problems if they were taught phonics in the first place. At that time, most schools had switched over to See and Say, but not my teacher. She turned out a lot of exceptional readers.
By the time I was in second grade I was reading at a fifth or sixth grade level, and I regularly got in trouble because I'd read through each year's new reading book sometime in the first month of class (I was holding myself back, trying to be good, or it would have been the first day).
A friend of John's once told me that when they invited him and his wife over to dinner the first thing they did was confiscate whatever book John had brought along, because that was the only way to actually get him to talk with people!
My mother had another technique that helped to turn her children into readers -- she made a rule that we weren't allowed to read in bed. Then she made sure we all had flashlights and access to fresh batteries. And, very occasionally, she'd make a point of catching us at it and temporarily confiscate the book. When I read the autobiography of Helen Keller, the thing that impressed me most was that she could read in bed without giving herself away by using a flashlight.
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Wow. I can't imagine someone saying not to let a child learn to read early. In truth, I'm sure my mother helped my sister (she was a kindergarten/1st/2nd grade teacher) so that she wouldn't learn to read the wrong way. Your brother sounds like my sister. I have literally taken away books to make her talk to people or hang out with me when she is here.
My mother had been told that it was important to keep me from teaching myself to read, that it should wait until I got to first grade, and she went to great lengths to follow that advice. My kindergarten teacher told my mother I was "slow" because I was the only kid in class who couldn't spell my own name. I did manage to figure out that the spaces were used to separate words, but when I asked my mother about that she refused to either deny or verify it; it must have been very hard for her.
In all fairness to whoever gave her the advice, my first grade teacher was phenomenal. She had done some remedial teaching in reading, which always involved teaching phonics, so she decided that maybe fewer students would have problems if they were taught phonics in the first place. At that time, most schools had switched over to See and Say, but not my teacher. She turned out a lot of exceptional readers.
By the time I was in second grade I was reading at a fifth or sixth grade level, and I regularly got in trouble because I'd read through each year's new reading book sometime in the first month of class (I was holding myself back, trying to be good, or it would have been the first day).
A friend of John's once told me that when they invited him and his wife over to dinner the first thing they did was confiscate whatever book John had brought along, because that was the only way to actually get him to talk with people!They were surprised to discover that, in the right circumstances, he's actually a fairly good conversationalist.
My mother had another technique that helped to turn her children into readers -- she made a rule that we weren't allowed to read in bed. Then she made sure we all had flashlights and access to fresh batteries. And, very occasionally, she'd make a point of catching us at it and temporarily confiscate the book. When I read the autobiography of Helen Keller, the thing that impressed me most was that she could read in bed without giving herself away by using a flashlight.
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I have to tell you, I've never heard of the Art of Racing in the Rain. What's it about? And what do you write?
The Art of Racing in the Rain is about a dog and how his relationship with his owner changes as the man marries, has a kid, and generally deals with life.
I write Fantasy usually. Though for some reason I have ventured into a sort of science fiction/apocalypse thing lately.
Ah, but my mother was a physical therapist, not a teacher.
In some cases, when children learn to read before their eyes are tracking properly it results in frustration that presents as a learning disability. This is one reason there are more boys with learning disabilities than girls; boys mature more slowly than girls. There's a school of thought that says boys shouldn't learn to read before they're seven!
Also, this was pre-Sesame Street, pre-Electric Company, and pre-Head Start. And I suspect that the person who told my mother this knew exactly which school I'd be going to, and who my teacher would be. If I'd learned to read in the way that most small children did it would have been sitting in my mother's lap as she read to me and seeing the words as she said them; in other words, See and Say. See and Say obviously works, but it has limitations that phonics doesn't, and my mother couldn't have taught me phonics, though I'm sure she'd have given it a good try. And one of the reasons I was able to read fifth and sixth grade books when I was in second grade was that they didn't intimidate me -- I knew I could sound out any words that were unfamiliar to me.
The down side of that, of course, is that some words can be sounded out in more than one way, and if it's a word you don't already know conversationally you can end up making up a new word. I was in high school before someone explained to me that there was no verb "to misle," for instance. (To misle is to deliberately lie by disguising the truth. Very sinister. Of course, I had only ever encountered it in its past tense form: "misled." I miss "misle." Somehow it really does seem worse than mere misleading. Pronounced my-zl, by the way.)
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Very interesting! I definitely am not a proponent of the see say way of reading. My sister learned to read by sounding things out (since this was how my mother taught her students). I remember volunteering in a kindergarten during college. I was shocked by everything they required of these children. They wanted them to recognize words not sound out new ones. It was so odd to me.
When I was growing up, I had problems with my eyes. Doctor's said I would never read because my eyes literally don't see words like normal people do. I am extremely dyslexic to the point where I basically see the first letter and last letter of a word and jumble up everything in between. Despite all of this, I was able to read during kindergarten and first grade because I learned to compensate. I was reading at a 12th grade reading level in 3rd grade.
It is likely I have an IQ similar to my sister (who is an MIT engineering graduate), but more to compensate for.
My mother was an incredible woman.
At my school it was Dick and Jane and Spot, but I'm pretty sure the books were similar. I wonder why it was always Dick and Jane. Why not Jim, or Joe, or Sam, or Amy?
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Sometimes the two are so close as to be almost indistinguishable from each other. Case in point, the beginning of Anne McCaffery's Pern series. (By which I mean the books that were published first, not the ones that come first chronologically, because she went back and wrote a series of prologue books that made it more Sci-Fi.) And the apocalypse can be fun to play with, fictionally speaking.
Exactly. Pern is the classic example of a series with elements of both fantasy and S.F..
You want something that's hard to categorize by genre, think about Harvey, with Jimmy Stewart. Is it about insanity? No, it only seems like it at first. People trying to make a gentle man be something he isn't? Yes, that's part of it, certainly. Fantasy? Maybe. Just a really great movie, with one of the all time great actors starring in it? Yeah! That's it! (Yes, I do know that it began as a play, not a movie. I don't care. It's still a really great movie, and Jimmy Stewart was the perfect choice to star in it.)
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What interesting conversations I missed out on while I was asleep. My grandchildren are learning to read the see and say way. It is very strange to me as I was taught phonics. And the common core math is totally foreign to me. I tried to help my grandson with his first grade math homework, but had no clue how to solve the problem. His sister, who was in 3rd grade at the time, had to help him and teach me! :smshfrk:
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