Smart Home Economics – Cabbage-Leek Sauté.

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With the ever-rising cost of foodstuffs, using every bit of food, and wisely buying provisions, is key to maintaining the household on a sensible budget.  My “waste not, want not” motto works  well in this economic climate.  Not only is that good to follow with everyday home resources, but it is also a practical, wise, and economical way to get the most out of food and leftovers, so why not wisely stretch meals and create light lunches, while keeping the cost of food as reasonable as possible?

One of the ways I use leftovers or portions of foods is to prepare fresh cabbage with a variety of other vegetables that sauté easily.  Today, I am sharing my Cabbage-Leek Sauté recipe for two.

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Take three slices of bacon and cut them into thin lardons.  Sauté in a large frying pan.  Then add about a third of a thinly shredded small green cabbage and one leek stalk cut into thin rounds.  Stir gently.  Meanwhile, slice about six button mushrooms; toss them into the pan.  Add about one half cup of chicken stock (or water, if you prefer) and half a tablespoon of dried thyme.  Season with black pepper and salt, if desired.  Stir gently to combine.  Simmer on a low flame, until the vegetables are limp, but not overcooked.  Transfer to plates and serve.

So, you see, there is no need to spend a lot of money for a wholesome home cooked meal.  With a little creativity, you can have nice meals that stretch your buying power.

From time to time this year, I will be sharing my tips on stretching your homemaking dollars.  With a little fortitude and imagination, you can become more economically wise.  Check out my essay on Soups HERE, and my Shepherd’s Pie HERE.

As ever,

Lady Susan Marie Molloy

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From Lipstick to the Rabbi.

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Writing is rarely accomplished in a vacuum.  Within the writing process, in fact, there is research, notes to jot down, paragraphs to edit, thoughts to mull over and to discuss, books to read and ruminate over, and further research to conduct before getting down to brass tacks.  And specific research oftentimes leads to different forks in the research road.

For awhile now, I have been in the process of writing a certain book.  It’s a story that’s been floating in my head and as scribbled notes for years in a notebook.  And therein comes the research that took me down a different fork in the road.

My book needed some information on women’s makeup, fashion, and grooming habits in the 1930s.  I knew a little bit about that – I’m a big fan of fashion and culture from the first six decades of the twentieth century – yet I needed specifics: product names, colors, types, where to buy the beauty products, et cetera.  An Internet search led me to the November 7, 1934, archived issue of the Chicago Daily Tribune.  It had advertisements and a plethora of useful information.

I turned to the front page where the headlines screamed all the news of the mid-term election in which the Democrats won a supermajority, and as I scanned the bottom of the page, there was the following story of the voting rabbi in New York City:

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I was curious why Rabbi Wolf was the only voter in the precinct.  Did the election officials know there would be only one voter, or did it just turn out that way?  Who was Rabbi Wolf?  What kind of poems were in the book he carried to the polls?

Off I went down the magical yellow brick road to more discovery.  More digging led me to a 1936 Milwaukee Journal article, “Tinted Toes Help Girls Get Higher Quality Husbands,” from which I culled this excerpt:

The Marriage Brokers’ Association . . . reported Friday that tinted toe and fingernails are getting girls more and better husbands. . . . “Every year there is more business,” announced Rabbi Nathan Wolf . . . For example, the girls say ‘Do men like painted nails?’ I say ‘Listen, they want to marry a lady, a pretty one. So make yourself beautiful. Ruby, rose – they look nice. Color your nails if you want to. Even your toenails. It will be a surprise for him.’…The association believes a girl should be beautiful, young in comparison to the man’s age, well-educated and have a dowry of some kind . . .

The rabbi seems to have had an open ‘round-the-clock temple, too, as I discovered:

He was apparently a bit creative when it came to raising a minyan: In a 1936 issue of the Jewish Floridian: “Midtown New York is being treated to the sight of a sandwich man advertising Yiskor and Kaddish services at the Temple and Centre of Times Square. . . . The rabbi of the Temple is Dr. Nathan Wolf . . .”  This is the Garment District in the 1930s, an area crammed full of Jewish immigrants working in garment manufacture. There were quite a lot of shuls in the area servicing the workers; Rabbi Wolf’s “Always Open” temple was quite attractive to shift workers and so on who were trying to cram a bit of communal Judaism into their lives. Best guess is that his shul, like many others of the area, declined as the area ceased to be full of Jewish immigrants.

Moreover, I discovered that in 1939, Rabbi Wolf published an encyclopedia of Jewish festivals and holidays.

And now, to return to the mid-term elections in November 1934.  The Chicago Tribune’s article was further expanded by this New York Times article:

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As you see, the New York Times article reads a bit differently than that of the Chicago Daily Tribune article.  The city’s cost is, it reads, considerably less.  Moreover, the precinct number moves from the 49th to the 42nd.  We see the addition of 100 spectators, two policemen, and four election officials.  And we discover this is an annual event, and why he is the sole voter.

It’s difficult to discern which of the two newspaper stories are correct, and how much is embellished based on missing information and conflicting data.  That is, what is true, and what is not?

It sounds a lot like today’s news, doesn’t it?

As ever,

Lady Susan Marie Molloy

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Darkest Before the Awakening?

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A few nights ago, I watched a performance straight out of Washington, DC that brought me to think once again about how much the world has changed.

There was, once upon a time, a world where people created beauty, and everyone saw that beauty around them, to be celebrated and enjoyed by everyone who appreciated such things.  This beauty came in the form of decorated buildings, attractive fashion, respectful language, comprehensible music, well-made everyday items, and the like.

Yet lately, the world is quite the opposite.  To see beauty, one must search as an archeologist on a dig.

Earlier this week, the Grammys presented a show that featured a quite plump man dressed as a devil in red, bellowing, “Unholy!  Unholy!”  Around him danced more red devils.  Up around him flew pyrotechnics.

Last fall, Jokey the Prez read a gravely malicious speech in front of Independence Hall in Philadelphia, complete with red lighting on either side of him and he himself shadowed in near total darkness.  His State of the Union Speech this week was steeped in lie after lie, and his twisted, creepy smiles had a luciferian charm about them.

Out in the world, I rarely see people that present themselves well.  I barely see anyone with combed hair, or dressed in anything other than workout clothes or ripped up clothes.

I hear vulgar language everywhere.  I hear it in passing in public.  People I meet feel free to pepper in expletives with nary a second thought.  Sadly, that kind of tasteless language is also prevalent in print.

This isn’t to say that there was nothing ugly about the world before these currently strange times.  Yes, it was there, but the beauty, light, and respect were more prevalent then than today.

I now observe something about people that is really disconcerting:  It appears that people want to be intentionally ugly – slovenly, repulsive, and foul – and thereby to blend in with the intentionally ugly world, to become one with the ugliness enveloped in the darkness of hate, self-loathing, and nihility is to become nothing themselves.

In the current fad of eschewing Our Creator, so many, many people are attempting to take on the role of God.  They fall into idol worship:  They medically and surgically change their sex; they attempt to control climate; they embrace abortion.  They go on to celebrate sexual perversions, and they break up the family unit even further.  They call names, lie to your face, and spew hatred, and if you don’t go along with them, there’s something wrong with you.

They laugh in the face of God.

I read that people believe that we are now in the End Times.  Perhaps we are.  And perhaps we are on our way to the next Great Awakening.

We can only hope and have faith.

As ever,

Lady Susan Marie Molloy

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Carrots, Mothballs, and a Crazy Afghan.

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At this point, 2023 is 1/12th finished.  January went by at a snail’s pace for me, even though there were so many tasks accomplished:

January saw me write four new short stories – “The Jeweled Slippers,” “The Grand Duke and His Valet,” “Cave Justice,” and “Three Scottish Pearls.”  All are now available on Amazon Kindle for your reading pleasure, as found HERE.

Best Friend and I noticed that our local grocery store hasn’t had fresh carrots in stock for about two weeks now.  In fact, many items are missing from the shelves:  oyster crackers, canned tomatoes, many Oriental cooking ingredients, and contact lens solution is out (I took the last bottle, and finding it there was a surprise).

Also, when Best Friend and I stopped by a department store earlier this week, we noticed the unmistakable strong odor of mothballs in the clothing department.  We speculated that the inventory was sitting on the supply ship for months, hence the mothball odor.  It was a turn off, and we soon left the store and headed to another to continue our shopping.

For the past four months, I have been busy crocheting a crazy quilt afghan with the leftover yarn I have.  I am getting close to finishing it, and since I still have a lot of yarn remaining, I’ll most likely make another afghan, but in a different pattern.  The afghans will come in handy for the chilly, yet ideally short, winter months here at The Oasis at Four Queen Palms.

I am toying with the idea of writing a short home economics book with the idea of smart money saving hints and tips for our time.  I have it formulated in jotted down notes and outlined in my thoughts.  If this idea comes to fruition, I may have it ready by late spring this year.  Stay tuned.

And during January, I read two books by Alice Duer Miller, “The Happiest Time of Their Lives” and “Ladies Must Live.”  Both were written at the turn of the century and were enjoyable to read.  I sprinkled in a current magazine, “Taste of Home,” for good measure.

Now, the calendar turned to February – a month of a Saint Valentine’s Day celebration, preparations for Lent, and a bit of yard work and planting planning.  Although this is a short month, it will be packed with activities, which I will be happy to share with you here.

Here’s to optimistic thoughts and good actions on our part.  The world is becoming darker, and we surely need more light and optimism.

As ever,

Lady Susan Marie Molloy

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Cool Nights, Warm Hearts.

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Winter here at The Oasis at Four Queen Palms has been chilly longer than I remember.  Usually, the cold weather lasts about a month – a period of time where jeans and a warm jacket or heavy sweater are part of the fashion.  Not so this year, yet I did manage to wear shorts yesterday.  So, it might finally be warming up.

We were working in our yard yesterday with the usual late winter clean up.  The sun was shining brightly, and in the trees, birds were singing happily.  It was quiet otherwise, except for Turban, a neighbor living nearby with The Wild One.  She was yakking on her phone, but not wearing her trademark turban.  Earlier that morning, The Wild One went somewhere on his motorcycle – vroom! vroom! vroom!  They are a story for another essay.  Maybe.

I noticed that some of our more tender plants died from the heavy frosts in December.  I cut back many of them to about two or three inches because I could see they are still viable.  Over the next few days, I will be researching replacement plants and making a list for a trip to the nursery.  I have some ideas, but I need to research to make sure my ideas will work in the specific bare spots.  The azaleas have buds, and one already popped open her red blooms.

The evenings now are warmer, but still cool.  A snuggle next to the burning fireplace is a warm experience – add a cup of hot tea and a good old book, and there’s a night to enjoy!

Saint Valentine’s Day is only a few weeks away.  I am planning something, but I am not sure of the “what” yet, except that it will be tailored to us.  Oh, that reminds me:  it’s time to address and send out a few Valentines to those I and/or we care about.  I usually add a short note to update the recipients on what we’ve been up to since the Holidays.  It’s a nice gesture to keep in touch with people and it goes both ways with the more caring and interested people.

I remember when I was in grade school, one of the art projects we did was to cover a shoe box with festive – and hopefully Valentine-y themed – wrapping paper.  Mom or Dad would cut a small slit in the top, and these decorative shoe boxes were ready for the Valentine’s Day card exchange in the classroom.  It was so much fun to see who gave us a card, and they were so much prettier than today’s cards.  They usually were a single piece, covered in silver glitter, and with a fun sentiment so appropriate for youngsters.  They came in a box of twenty or so, complete with white envelopes.

Though the evenings might be cool here at The Oasis at Four Queen Palms, warm hearts still prevail.

As ever,

Lady Susan Marie Molloy

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Smart Home Economics – Shepherd’s Pie.

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Today, with the ridiculous inflation we all are experiencing, using every bit of food, and wisely buying provisions, is key to maintaining the household on a sensible budget.  My “waste not, want not” motto bodes well in this economic climate.  Not only is that good to follow with everyday home resources, but it is also a practical, wise, and economical way to get the most out of food and leftovers, so why not wisely stretch meals and create light lunches, while keeping the cost of food as reasonable as possible?

One of the ways I use leftovers is to prepare Shepherd’s Pie, one of Best Friend’s favorite meals.

I took the leftover beef chips I had frozen last month when I made Italian beef sandwiches here at The Oasis of Four Queen Palms.  Those little pieces of beef chips are good to save for Shepherd’s Pie.

While the beef was thawing out, I cut up a couple of Russet potatoes and boiled them.  I mashed them well with their jackets still on and mixed in about a quarter cup of shredded Cheddar cheese.

To the thawed beef chips, I added a couple of chopped carrots, a sliced celery stalk, and a little spoonful of flour and mixed it thoroughly.

Using individual Fiesta® casserole bakers in a pretty Sunflower yellow hue, I first applied a light olive oil spray inside them before adding the beef mixture.  Then I topped them off with the mashed potatoes and baked for a half hour at 350OF.

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So, you see, there is no need to throw out scraps, and with a little creativity, you can have a nice hot meal that stretches your buying power.

From time to time this year, I will be sharing my tips on stretching your homemaking dollars.  With a little fortitude and imagination, you can become more economically wise.  Check out my essay on SOUPS HERE.

As ever,

Lady Susan Marie Molloy

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A Cup of Reality.

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The other morning, Best Friend returned to the house to pour a cup of coffee.  While doing so, he quipped, “You can’t pour a cup of black coffee into a black cup wearing dark sunglasses.”

You see, he was doing just that, and it was nearly a disaster on the countertop.  The black coffee streaming into the black cup whilst he was still wearing his dark sunglasses made it impossible for him to gauge the progress of his task.  Thus, it almost developed into a disaster, yet he averted it only when he abruptly realized he could not see how much coffee he was pouring into the cup.  He snappily removed his sunglasses, and he finished his task at hand, unencumbered.  Disaster averted.

Life itself is much like that.  When we allow the shadows of denial, lip service, gaslighting, obliviousness, or what have you, to throw a penumbra over the clear reality of our lives, we remain in the dark and suffer for it, whether we consciously realize it or not.  Many of us will go through our lives not realizing what is stopping us from doing something we need/should/must do.  Some of us will walk along life’s path, going only so far as to see some perceived victimization and stop right there on that corner, to wail and moan about it.  Then there are those of us who see what our roadblocks are and do something about them and then move on with our lives.

Admittedly, I sometimes don’t see the shadows that are negatively affecting my life.  In fact, I might just go merrily along, believing and accepting that the excuses given to me ad infinitum are legitimate.  Now, I am a realist here.  Some of the excuses – or shall I say, some of the reasons – are legitimate, and everything falls into place eventually.  But when I hear excuses or gaslighting thrown in my direction with never a real effort made to make good on the promised matter, I chalk it up to that person not having the backbone to be forthright about not delivering on said promised matter.  It might be a cry for attention on their part, or lack of backbone.  I’m not here to psychoanalyze them.  No one can do that, in fact.  (That’s an essay for another time.)

To make my point clearer, let’s take a jaunt down Memory Lane.  When I was in my early 20s, I had a date with a guy.  He and I went to a co-worker’s home for a Christmas dinner and an evening of playing bridge, as did everyone else in our small divisional office within our governmental organization.  (For reference and a fun fact, he worked in the Logistics Division, and I worked in the Management Systems Division.)  There were eight couples at the co-worker’s home.  We had a nice time mingling, and we both had pleasant conversations in his car both to and from the party.  He promised to call me for another date.  And promised.  Yet, he never did.  While I had hoped he would call, by his fourth promise, I didn’t care anymore.  I eventually figured that he didn’t have the backbone to say nothing about the matter, let alone call me.  It would have been better to come out and say he wouldn’t call, than to string me along.  As nice of a guy he was, in the long run he would not be a good partner, let alone a platonic friend, because of his lack of straightforward communication.  Good heavens!

There are the people who promise to call, but never do, even after you call them every so often.  It reminds me of the television commercial I saw a long while back:  “Nobody’s calling you!”

Well, isn’t that the truth!

It is much like a neighbor we had who consistently promised to get together, but his promises were never fulfilled.  I chalked that up to him liking to hear himself talk – the “It’s the Thought that Counts” blueprint of virtual-signaling.

Over the years, events such as those eventually taught me to look at life behind the shadows of deceit.  Call me cynical, call me skeptical, call me jaded.  Life events taught me to believe when I see action – at least with repeat offenders.

Sometimes it is difficult for me to understand why people gaslight or completely throw a shadow on a situation.  Unfortunately, I have seen more and more of it recently – at least more so over these past three years.  It almost appears that too many people have become lazy, or dare I say it?  Uncaring, indifferent, and cold.  Throw darkness on it; I meant well; no one will notice seems to be the mantra.

Perhaps I live in a different world – a world where manners, graciousness, and straightforwardness exist and actually matter.  That is my world.  So now, I don’t bother with people whom I don’t hear from anymore.  I see things for what they are.  I see people for who they are.

It would be a better world and people would get along beat when the cloak of darkness is lifted.   Why not be forthright and honest and transparent?

Don’t pour black coffee into a black cup whilst wearing dark sunglasses.

I’m not drinking from it.

As ever,

Lady Susan Marie Molloy

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Gimee!

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There is a phrase, a motto, a saying – call it what you will – that really comes across to me as silly and insipid.

“Give back to your community.”

That mantra has been around for a couple decades, at least, and from the first time I heard it (probably on Oprah!), I found it a truly nonsensical saying.

People have praised the rich and famous, and subsequently cheered when the rich and famous donate their money, property, and the like to organizations in their hometown, their adopted new town, to who- or what-have-you.

“Ah, look how good he is!  He gave back to the community.”

And from there, we – the average citizen – have been incessantly encouraged to do the same.

“Give back to your community!”

The idea is that if you make it big in the world in a legitimate way, you are “supposed” to give your well-earned earnings to society.

What?

Let’s say I am an entertainer, and you paid to see me perform my craft.  Is that not already giving something to you?  Why would you want more of what I legitimately earned?  Why should you or anyone, for that matter, push me to relinquish my hard-earned wealth?  I have a craft you enjoy, you paid me to dance or sing or act, and now we are even.  You paid me, and I performed for you.

Done.

It’s quid pro quo.  Something for something.

Let’s also say I raised a family during the years.  That was my responsibility – to raise a family and maintain that family so that no one would be a burden on society.

Yet I am still told to “give back.”  We want your wealth.

Currently, I live in a golf course community.  I discovered over the weekend that a golf fundraising event is being planned to raise money to build a memorial to veterans.  (Military veterans, I guess.)

The missive went out to residents thusly:

Won’t you be a part of our community fundraising event by sponsoring a golf hole?  A single hole cost for a sign that is 18” X 24” is only $50.00 each.  (The sign is yours to keep after the event). Better yet why not sponsor the whole front nine or the whole back nine for only $250.00. That’s nine signs at nine different holes. Each sign will have names and/or business information about your sponsorship. All checks are to be made payable to XXX Golf Course. Given that, I am led to believe that this exercise in virtue signaling is more of the so-called legacy that some people in this neighborhood want to leave.  It’s almost akin to a do-over or something along those lines.  Pay money, get a sign, put it on your lawn, brag about your “caring.”

I find this whole “giving back to your community” a despicable exercise in virtue signaling.  Forcing or pushing someone to give what they earned is jealousy and pushing guilt on people who worked hard for their wealth.

Humbleness is a virtue.  If you are going to do some good, why boast and brag about it?

Just do good, and let the recipients thank you privately.

That alone should be your reward.

As ever,

Lady Susan Marie Molloy

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Our Own Prisons.

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Some of us – perhaps many of us – go along in life, rolling along, taking what comes and moving right along.  Conversely, there are those of us who roll along in our lives, in a prison of our own creation, marinating in the past for no other reason than it is comfortably there.

It is a sad state of mind; I was in that horrid position once upon a time.  I would go over and over with the perceived wrongs people might have done to me, reliving the past to no purpose than to be a victim of circumstances.

How silly.  And what a waste of priceless time and energy.  So very unconstructive, in fact.

I once knew someone who unfailingly brought up to his two brothers the lousy childhood family life they had.  It never failed; his stories were always brought up in great detail.  Yet, what made his habit interesting was how it affected his brothers.  One brother went along and marinated in the negativity with him, the two joyfully vocally knocking down their father and grandfather in so many ways.  Now, when this person brought up their lousy childhood to his other brother, that brother would invariably answer, “I don’t remember any of that.”

And that is a short response that says so very much.  I cannot imagine that brother not remembering the trauma of their childhood, yet his answer was brilliant.  By him making that succinct statement, he perfectly said, “That’s in the past; it isn’t happening now; there is no point in basking in the garbage; isn’t there something better to take about?”

His response is my point that we sometimes thankfully release ourselves from our prisons and further refuse to go down that path again and again.

I see too many people ruminate and marinate in the negative aspects (or imagined negative aspects) of their past and present lives.  On and on they go, rolling in the cart of negativity, bringing up things that happened decades ago, things that are not a factor today, things that are feeding perceived victimization, so popular in today’s culture and society.

And for what purpose and to what end?  Only they can explain that; it could be attention-grabbing (what I call the Look at Me! Syndrome), it could be to boost themselves up in the eyes of their peers or customers, or to feel sorry for themselves to explain their station in life.  Who knows?

What I do know is that it is not fun to be around such people.  They are exhausting.  They are unconstructive.  They are sadly stuck in their own world where they would rather have company in the mire and muck than to free themselves to live an unencumbered life.  Of course, there are people who are happy in their own misery, and that is a topic for another time.

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As for me, I personally try to live an unfettered life – free from others’ woes and free from my own.  There is nothing to be gained by grinding on and on about negativity that is long gone, or even currently happening.  Air it out, and be done, I say!

“Be thankful for what you have” is a time-worn cliché, but there is a lot of truth in those words.  I add this, too:  Please don’t presume others want to hear your pessimistic stories.  It is exhausting and unconstructive.

So . . . will you allow negativity to cage you and keep you in the negative cart to roll through life chained to the blackness of pessimism, or will you free yourself and others in the process to bask in the sunshine of unburdened happiness?

I wish you happiness and freedom.

As ever,

Lady Susan Marie Molloy

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Words Matter – Hack and Steal.

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The other day, my thoughts went along the lines of new definitions and those word “fads” so prevalent today.  A “word fad” is current slang used mindlessly without an understanding of its definition, and one that will mostly likely will be replaced when a new fad arises.

One of those words that is abused is “hack.”  There are hair hacks, cooking hacks, security hacks, and you name it.  You see it everywhere.  Yet, one definition of the word hack is “to gaining unauthorized access.”  Another definition is “to cut with heavy blows.”

Therefore, instead of using the word “tips,” for passing along information – hair tips, security tips, cooking tips – we hack, hack, hack.  Take unauthorized access.  Grab and run.  Rip off.  Steal.

Another misused phrase I hear quite often is “I’m going to steal that idea!”

Most often when I hear that statement, it is when someone likes another person’s skills, décor, style, recipe, or what-have-you.  Whatever happened to complimenting the person on their décor, style, recipe, or whatnot?  And – horrors! – what about asking that person if it’s alright to borrow or use what is admired?

No, that would be too courteous.  Instead, it’s always steal, take, swipe, hack, or something just as underhanded and despicable.

Yet, it is the way of the world these days.

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