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I am still catching up on laundry and mail from vacation. If you sent me a note last week, don't give up, I will answer. Debs asked a question about sushi nori papers that I thought others might be interested in. She wrote, "I too have tried that dried seaweed and love it but I was wondering how do you manage to keep it closed?"
I had a number of false starts where I dripped tuna or olive oil before I found something that works for me. I put the filling in a line down the length of the paper; leaving an inch at the bottom without filling. I roll it up like a flauta or a cigar. Then I fold up the inch at the bottom (the part without filling) like a flap. That keeps it from dripping while I eat it. I usually make them as I eat them. If I were going to prepare some ahead I would pack them tightly in a plastic bag and put a rubber band around the bag to keep them from uncoiling until I was ready to eat. If you have a better method, Debs and I would love to hear about it!
Last night I cut up an onion grilling 2/3 of it for my son and myself, and giving the other 1/3 to my husband raw. This is the implementation of the Subway Compromise that we developed on vacation.
For years - long before I knew about the BTD - my husband loved to eat at Subway and I hated it. I didn't know why, but I did. As I read about the Type O and Type A diets, it made sense. Subway sandwiches are mostly grain and condiments; there is very little meat. When I (Type O) ate a Subway sandwich I felt bloated, but not satisfied. When my husband (Type A) eats a Subway sandwich he feels good about the grain, he likes the variety of condiments, and his stomach is not overwhelmed by the little bit of turkey. After I started the BTD, I totally refused to go to Subway until they came out with their "make any sub a salad" meal. They still just give me a little meat, but at least it is sitting on a mound of lettuce, rather than a gob of bread.
With that as background, on one of our vacation travel days my husband wanted to stop at a Subway. He began to ask serious questions about the difference between Type A and Type O. I think it is the first time he really tried to understand the diets. When we found a Subway, he wanted me to pick which condiments would be the best for him. Lettuce was good, tomato was not - he was disappointed but agreeable. Type As choose green olives over black. Cucumber is ok, but no pickles - that was upsetting. Onions are beneficial.
"Now, wait a minute," he said. "If I eat raw onions, you won't kiss me!" He had me in a corner. He is willing to give up tomato and pickles - am I willing to kiss onion breath? I am. It is the Subway Compromise of 2004, and I will honor it.
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