Sober Villagers

I often wondered about them
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The following is information from a farmer who grows and packages carrots for IGA, SAFEWAY, SAVE ON, LOBLAWS, etc.

The small cocktail (baby) carrots you buy in small plastic bags are made using the larger crooked or deformed carrots which are pu through a machine which cuts and shapes them into cocktail carrots . most people probably know this already.

What you may not know and should know is the following: once the carrots are cut and shaped into cocktail carrots they are dipped in a solution of water and chlorine in order to preserve them (this is the same chlorine used your pool) since they do not have their skin or natural protective covering, they give the m a higher dose of chlorine.

You will notice that once you keep these carrots in your refrigerator for a few days, a white covering will form on the carrots, this is the chlorine which resurfaces. At what cost do we put our health at risk to have esthetically pleasing vegetables which are practically plastic?

We do hope that this information can be passed on to as many people as possible in the hopes of informing them where these carrots come from and how they are processed. Chlorine is a very well known carcinogen.

Hi Wildfire,

Welcome to the Village.
Glad you are here. :bravo:
Let us know if we can help in any way.

I don't remember it therefore it couldn't have or didn't happen.

I was out to dinner with my mother, my daughter, and my oldest sister the other evening. My mother was doing what she does best, which is complain. I often wonder why she feels the need to spew so much anger all of the time. She projects her thoughts and opinions on others with a very heavy hand and doesn't realize that her words will not make a difference in how others live their lives. She says what she says for selfish reasons only and to hear herself speak. I hate to sound bitter, but I have lived my entire life listening to negative this and negative that and I have a hard time understanding why?

Her rant brought me back to my childhood growing up. I have talked of this before on the forums years back. I was served my first drink when I was about 9. It was Sloe Gin mixed with 7-up served in a little white Styrofoam cup. I remember liking it, a lot. I remember the warmth and the fuzzy feeling it gave me and how it made me feel special. I remember my middle sister being served the same. I remember she was wearing a long flannel nightgown with fuzzy slippers. I remember her dozing on the couch late into Christmas Eve as the adults joked that she must have had to much to drink, hence the nap.

As I grew into my teens, the Sloe Gin remained a part of our holiday fair. Somehow Southern Comfort also moved into the picture. I was about 15 or so when my best friend down the road came Christmas Eve and I served her a Sloe Gin fizz in a white Styrofoam cup. I remember my mother mentioning how her parents would most likely disapprove. However, she didn't stop me. My mother and I have had conversations of this event several times over the years. My friend came from a very religious family and she knew serving a minor alcohol would not sit well with them. Over the years, she has forgotten the event.

From 16 years on, every Christmas time, I would ask my father if he would pick up a fifth of Sloe Gin and Southern Comfort to ring in the holidays. I was mostly testing to see if he would do it and every year he obliged. Alcoholics are masters of manipulations and I honed my skills early. I would indulge in the drinking and no one seemed to mind. I never got totally wasted or out of control, but I knew I liked it. I liked it a lot. I was learning of the special place booze would have with me.

As I relayed my memories back to my mother and sister, at dinner the other night, they both adamantly denied it ever happening. My mother grew very indignant stating that never happened with a very bitter tone. She insisted that we remember things differently. My sister quickly jumped to my mother's defense. I calmly relayed my memories trying to confirm that they did indeed happen. They continued to insist that they didn't. I quickly dropped the topic for sake of an unnecessary heated argument. I had no idea the negative attention my topic would receive and let it fall to the way side. You see, I know the truth and don't have to convince them of that.

I find it interesting that if someone can't recall an incident it means it never happened quickly dismissing it as folly. I must be delusional, that would never happen in my household, was the tone I received. My sister is 5 years older and I believe she took no interest of what was in my cup over the holidays. She was of legal age and underage drinking meant nothing to her as it would me.

Memories fail us as we grow older. However, as an alcoholic, I remember how special I felt with a drink in my hand. I remember how wonderful it was to have my parents buy me booze and allow me to drink in our home. I know I didn't make any of this up.

As an alcoholic, I will never forget how booze made me feel. How quickly others are willing to dismiss what we know as truth. I could easily call my friend and my middle sister to confirm this as fact. I know they will remember what I remember. I don't need their words as validation. I will forever remember the feeling that booze brought me. It was to special to me. It filled the void to well. I will never forget how meaningful booze became to me and even as a teen, I knew that something just wasn't right. Only another alcoholic will ever be able to understand that feeling we discover early on in our drinking career. I will never forget that feeling and it will not be so easily dismissed. You know what I mean?

Anyone care to share any memories when you recognized that booze was a little to special to you.

Hi nashoba,

Welcome to the sober village.
Glad you are here.
Please make yourself at home.

Hi Joanne,
Welcome to the group.
Glad you are here & looking forward to getting to know you.

Hello vert,
:bye:
Welcome to the sober village

We bought the egg beater eggs for the first time a few weeks ago. It says once you open them, to use the whole container in 7 days. Uuuum, it's been 2 weeks since I opened it.

Anybody ever use these past that date, and live!?! I like my regular eggs that sink if they are good and float if they are bad. How can I tell if these really are bad? Or is this just another ploy to get me to pay another $3.50 for fake eggs!?!

Dear all,

The deadline for voter registration for Americans is within the week for some states. Whatever your politics, please take it upon yourself to register. This may be the most important election you ever vote in. If you are not American, but have friends who are, please ensure that they are registered.

Just remember: if you don't vote, you have no right to complain for the next four years. That is a long time. It's easier to vote than to keep your mouth shut.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VhDRVKDcXQo

afrita, registered in Massachusetts

It has been a little over a year since the tragedy at Candle Canyon.
Since it is only 5 miles up the road from where I work, I decided to ride up and take a look. At the end of the parking lot they have made a cement trail that winds up through the trees to 9 memorial markers. I thought it was cool and wanted to share with the village.