Food Processor and its Special Functions

2015-05-18 - 09:45 | Uncategorized | No comments

foodpcrDo you need a helping hand in the kitchen and you are contemplating employing a house help? Believe it or not, you do not need a house help to provide help in the kitchen. What you need to buy is the food processor. This food appliance is the best helping hand you can ever hope to find anywhere. It will provide help like none other. The appliance will help get up to 50% of the food preparation task done. This way, you will not have to expend all your energy on food preparation and be too weak to eat the food by the time it is ready. You must never hesitate to buy the appliance today.

What it can do

Food processor has multiple functions. The function it can perform is dependent on the type of blade or attachment it has. The appliance is the best helping hand for your slicing processes. If you want to chop vegetable, you can rely on the appliance to help get this done perfectly. It can easily grind several items like dried fruits, meat, seeds, nuts and lots more. It is also the best helping hand for grating or shredding your vegetable or cheese. Do you need to do some pureeing? You can trust the kitchen appliance to get this done perfectly. It can help get your dough kneading and mixing done perfectly too. It gets these things done in the shortest period of time possible.

How it operates

Food processor is designed to work on electricity. It is fitted with a motor that is driven by electrical current. The motor helps in turning a vertical shaft fitted into the appliance. The shaft has a bowl fitted around it. In most instances, the bowl is made using transparent plastic. The shaft is attached with very sharp blades that can cut anything placed in the appliance. The manufacturers get the blade fitted to enable it operate very close to the very bottom of the transparent bowl. Instead of attaching blade to the shaft, one can also attach slicing disk or shredding disk. These ones too are able to spin very close to the top of the attached bowl.

How to buy yours

Many outlets are selling them online and offline today. There are many brands of the food processor available for sale. It is left for you to decide on the best brand for you. The functions in each of the brands may vary. Keep this in mind when buying.

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Colon Cancer Can Be A Scary Scene

2013-06-18 - 18:16 | Health | No comments

Eleven years ago, I got a call late one night from my father. I knew immediately from the hour that something was wrong, and I was right: His doctor had found a growth during a routine screening for colon (technically colorectal, colon and rectal) cancer. A biopsy confirmed that it was malignant.

That phone call shook me to the core, but I can’t say that I was surprised. My grandfather died of colorectal cancer at 62, exactly the age my father was when he received his diagnosis.

Colon cancer diagram. Freaky!

Colon cancer diagram. Freaky!

Although my grandfather’s cancer was found too late to save him, his experience may have spared my father’s life. Because my dad is a surgeon, he knew that my grandfather’s bout with the disease put him at high risk. So he started getting annual examinations. The testing paid off: My father’s cancer was detected early, the tumor was removed immediately, and he was cured.

Now I worry about my own risk for the disease. Five years ago, on my fortieth birthday, I decided to be screened for the first time. An abnormal polyp was found. Two Years later, another was discovered. Both were removed, and, although neither was cancerous, they served as a warning that I can’t let my guard down.

I’ve learned a lot about colorectal cancer since then. It’s the second most common cancer killer of both men and women (contrary to the popular belief that it strikes only males). The good news is that regular examination of the colon and rectum may prevent the disease, because polyps that may later turn into cancer can be removed. And a growing body of research is turning up the most effective ways to screen.

The Best Tests

The American Cancer Society (ACS) has released new guidelines, which emphasize testing based on your level of risk. People who are over 50 with no family history of the disease have three screening options. The first is a two-parter: an annual fecal occult blood test (which checks for blood in the stool) and a flexible sigmoidoscopy, in which the bottom third to half of the colon is viewed through a thin telescope, every five years. The second program is a double-contrast barium enema every five to ten years, and the third is colonoscopy every decade. Of the three testing options, colonoscopy is probably the most accurate because your doctor can often check the entire colon, but it isn’t yet available in all parts of the country.

Though the ACS no longer recommends that people in their 40s at average risk get screened, I personally advise following your instincts. If you feel safer getting one of the tests mentioned above, you should — especially if you have a family history of the disease. The ACS recommends that people at high risk start screening at age 40 or ten years before the youngest relative with the cancer received her diagnosis. Talk with your doctor about what’s best for you.

In my case, because I fall into the high-risk category, I get screened more often than most. In addition to my annual digital-rectal exam (a physical check of the rectum: the last five to six inches of the colon, where some cancers arise) and fecal occult blood test, I have a colonoscopy every other year.

Colonoscopy may sound frightening, but it isn’t so bad. A flexible telescope is inserted into the rectum, and a sedative is often given to minimize discomfort. The only unpleasant part occurs the night before, when you must drink a sweet liquid that causes several bowel movements. This cleans the colon.

A new less invasive experimental technique is virtual colonoscopy, in which the colon is filled with air, and a computerized tomography (CT) scan is taken. A computer reconstructs the images, allowing a doctor to “fly” through a three-dimensional view of the colon, much like in a video game.

How to Protect Yourself

Aside from regular screening, a healthy lifestyle is the best way to stave off colon cancer. While we can’t do anything about having a family history of the illness, getting older, or having a chronic condition like inflammatory bowel disease, we can eat a low-fat, high-fiber diet, exercise regularly, and stop smoking — all of which may be protective.

I’m often asked whether I will have a blood test for the gene that may cause 5 to 10 percent of colon cancers. I’ve decided against it, because whether the test results were positive or negative, I wouldn’t change my lifestyle. That is, I’m already eating plenty of fruits and vegetables, exercising regularly, and getting screened — ultimately my best weapons against the disease.


Slavery And The Woman’s Role – Freedom Took Time

2013-06-07 - 18:16 | Womens Issues | No comments

The Yankees came through here and freed my father,” says Bessie Marshall, sitting in a wheelchair in her darkened bedroom. “The colored folks wanted to be turned loose, so they got the Yankees to come through and help.” Bessie lives on the Alabama farm that her father, a former slave, bought in 1900. “A white man sold my father this place,” she says. “He would sell his land to nobody but colored folks. He was nice. Some white people helped the colored people. Some didn’t.”

Bessie is 100 years old. Her eyesight is gone now, and she chills easily, so she keeps the heat up high in her small, white frame house. She wears a wool cap. Memories of childhood flow freely from her. “Cotton. We raised cotton,” Bessie says. “And corn and sweet peas and peaches. We raised whatever we wanted to eat.”

A black landowner was something of an anomaly in the post-Civil War Deep South. Most former slaves worked as sharecroppers: The white landowner allowed them to work the land with his equipment and live there rent free. In exchange for his labor, the sharecropper was supposed to receive a share of the crop’s profits that would go toward buying the land. But in reality, many white landowners kept black workers so deeply in debt that it would take generations for them to pay up.

But Bessie’s father had another source of income. Having served in the Civil War, he received a war pension. It took him four years, but he was eventually able to pay the $100 for 20 acres of land.

As a little girl, she worked a full morning on the family farm, and then went to work on white people’s farms. “My momma would carry us to their place to chop cotton,” she recalls. With a hoe, she and her mother and brother would thin out cotton seedlings, row by row, field after field. “My momma would get one dollar a day,” she recalls, “and me and my brother would get fifty cents.”

She remembers how fancy the white people’s houses were; she liked to sit outside and imagine how pretty the rooms inside might be. “But if you was colored, you couldn’t go inside,” she says. “If the weather was bad, you had to go in where they kept the cows”

Still, as a child, Bessie knew her family was lucky. Most sharecropper kids lived in shacks on the white people’s property. But Bessie’s family had their own home — with two bedrooms. The whole family slept in one room; she shared a bed with her father. “I slept at the foot of the bed,” she recalls, “because my father, he said I kicked.”

The other bedroom was reserved for the preacher who would come to the village twice a month for Sunday service. “None of the colored folks had a company room except us,” she says. “So we could take the preacher. And in that room my momma had a pitcher in a bowl and a big ol’ kettle you could put on the fireplace to heat the water. So he could bathe himself with it.”

Bessie’s parents didn’t know how to read or write, but they knew to get on the good side of people in power. During Prohibition, her mother won favors from the white sheriffs by making wine for them. “She had a stove in the kitchen, and she would put a nice tablecloth on the table,” she recalls. “And they’d come in there and drink and have a big time. Then they would put a quarter or a dime in a glass jar for her, and tell her they’d come back another day for some more.”

Even so, as Bessie grew up, she could see that her parents were easy targets for white carpetbaggers and other opportunists who found ways to legally steal land from the few black landowners. Naive blacks would put an X on the dotted line of documents handed to them, effectively giving away their land. Bessie, who finished seventh grade, could read and write, so she was able to help protect her family’s rights. Plus she had a guardian angel of sorts: a white woman at the courthouse who looked after her family. “She said, `Don’t you sign nothing unless you get me to see it,'” Bessie recalls. “`They can’t make you sign. Bring them up here to me — I’ll fix them.’

“Well, see, she was nice. And that’s how it was. Some white people helped the colored people. Some didn’t.”

When Bessie got married, her husband wanted to move up North to seek his fortune. “White people come down here from Indiana and got colored folks,” she recalls. “They carried you up there and learned you how to make paper. My husband worked in the paper mill while I cleaned trolley cars. You had to pay the white people back for carrying you up there, though. It took a long time.” Disillusioned, Bessie’s husband decided to move them to Philadelphia and try his hand at carpentry.

They had a son, Wiley, whom she sent back to Alabama so her parents could care for him. But as the boy reached school age, her parents needed help. “My mother and father got old with nobody to see about them,” she says. Thieves would convince little Wiley to bring them money that his grandparents had hidden in the house.

Bessie headed home, by now with three other children in tow. “My husband refused to come back,” she says. “I said I would build him a house, but he said no. Like so many of them, he would drink and he would run around.”

So Bessie went back to the farm and raised her children as a single mom, picking cotton and milking cows. “We lived good,” she says. “We had peach trees and pear trees and pomegranate and pecan trees.” She never married again, although she had three more children. She was well-known for her skills as helper to the “baby catcher” — midwife — for anyone who needed the service. And in 1927 she did the unthinkable: She got herself a driver’s license and bought a car.