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The trees continue to transition from green to brown

The trees continue to transition from green to brown

 

 

The election is alive on campus

The election is alive on campus

IU campus fountain

IU campus fountain

 

IU Art Museum

IU Art Museum

 

 

 

Leaves

Leaves

 

Indiana University building

Indiana University building

 

Red and Golden Trees

Red and Golden Trees

The Beck Chapel on the IU campus

The Beck Chapel on the IU campus

 

Homegrown radishes from our garden plot

Homegrown radishes from our garden plot

 

Halloween Pumkin on Lantern

Halloween Pumkin on Lantern

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The picture of a belly dancing elderly woman says it all.

Casablanca Cafe: The picture of a belly dancing elderly woman says it all.

During my nearly 3 decades on this earth, I have eaten in hundreds, probably thousands, of restaurants across Europe and America. Only once did I refuse to pay for my dinner (a revolting Mexican place in Sacramento that served us what looked like leftover catfood in a corn husk). This was 8 years ago, and for the first time in 8 years, I came close to refusing to pay for my food today at Casablanca Cafe in Bloomington, Indiana. 

 

Casablanca Cafe was playing music that brought to mind weeping Moroccan clowns when we entered (later it became better, and then there was no music at all). The menu had a few vaguely Moroccan items, and a lot more American Italian items. It reminded me, disturbingly enough, of an airplane food menu. New to this place, I asked the waiter for a recommendation (other than their $22 LUNCH specials). He advised me to try the couscous, rather than the gyros sandwich which also sounded good to me. My husband ordered the lamb kabob with saffron rice and vegetables. The waiter brought out our drinks first, and I must admit that my “Michael’s Tea” was excellent, and seemed to contain homemade lemonade. My husband’s Moroccan green tea with mint on the other hand, at a very pricy $4.95, was so sickeningly sweet I couldn’t stand to drink it. (And I assure you I am not one of those people that thinks everything is too sweet) The bread, for which we had to pay extra (!!), came with excessively cheap olive oil, and something they called “balsamic vinegar”, which we suspect was actually just cheap malt vinegar, as the only thing it had in common with Balsamico, was that it was vinegar, and it was black. The bread itself, contrary to what some other reviewers seem to have experienced, was neither fresh nor homemade probably. 

 

A pile of flavorless watery swill

This is exactly what it looks like: A pile of flavorless watery swill

Then the food came out. As soon as I looked at it, I got a bad feeling. A pile of boiled broccoli, carrots and chick peas, on top of some plain boiled couscous. Sadly, it tasted even worse than I had feared. The couscous (something I normally love), was utterly devoid of even a hint of flavor. It tasted like cheap, watery couscous of the Walmart home brand variety. The vegetables, which were at least not TOO over cooked, were completely flavorless as well. The spices on top appeared to just consist of parsley, which is indeed a commonly used Moroccan, but which is also excessively bland. To my astonishment, even the currants had no flavor. (And having lived in England for two years, I know bland!) My husband’s lamb was even blander than his vegetables (which were identical to mine), and his “saffron rice” had no more flavor than your average pile of shredded plastic bits. It made me long for a packet of cheap Uncle Ben’s easy rice. (Hint to the cook: Just because it’s yellow, doesn’t mean you can call it saffron rice)

 

 

Casablanca Cafe Bloomington has the talent to make even lamb bland.

Casablanca Cafe Bloomington has the talent to make even lamb bland.

I liberally sprinkled salt over my dish after the first few bites. Then again, and again, and again. This food was so bland, it even seemed to make negate the effects of salt, like a black hole of blandness sucking up and annihilating flavor. I finally decided this wasn’t worth sticking in my mouth and eating, so I left the rest of my dish. I can honestly say I have eaten better food on airplanes. Sure, just the thought of airplane food makes me want to vomit, but so does the thought of this bland, watery swill. Actually, vomiting this up and having lunch elsewhere sounds appealing, but I’m afraid our wallets are empty after paying for this crap.

 

The final price for this slop? A whopping $40 (includes $5 tip) for two people, for lunch. No appetizers, no alcohol.

(Purchased: some pieces of bread, 1 tea, 1 tea-lemonade, 1 vegetable couscous, 1 lamb kabob. $40. !! )

Conclusion: My food left me wishing I’d ordered the Gyros sandwich after all. At The Trojan Horse bar.

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Today I would like to share something with you.

There is a form of discrimination that is rampant in this country. A type of discrimination that disproportionately affects minorities. Discrimination that can be based on as little as a stupid mistake you made when you were 16 years old, and one that can (and will) haunt you for life.

My husband has a (non-violent) criminal conviction that is nearly 15 years old, and that stems from a stupid mistake he made as a teenager. On virtually every job application, he is asked about a criminal conviction before anything else.

In the last 5 years, my husband has applied for a good number of positions. Every single position where they did not ask about his record, he received a job offer, sometimes even being hired on the spot at the interview. Every single position where they did ask about his record, he did not receive so much as a call back or an email, nothing whatsoever.

In the last three weeks, my husband applied for 11 positions.

9 asked for his criminal record.

2 did not.

He received calls for an interview within 24 hours from both of the two jobs that did not know about his record. The remaining 9 jobs did not call him for an interview, and most did not even let him know they weren’t interested. We just discovered that most (or all) of those 9 positions have been filled, so they will definitely not call my husband.

My husband is hugely overqualified for each of these 9 positions. Conclusion? They are discriminating against him purely on the basis of a criminal conviction that is nearly 15 years old, and that he received as an underage, ireesponsible teenager. I have encouraged him to write these departments, and ask them in a friendly way why they did not call him for an interview. Here is a sample of the letter, which includes their demands, and his qualifications:

“To whom it may concern,

I recently applied for the position of department secretary in the department of Jewish Studies. I understand that the position has been filled. In order to improve myself for the job market, I am curious to hear why you decided not to interview me.

The position called for a high school diploma, one year of office work, proofreading, experience with software, interpersonal skills, etc.

I have a Bachelor’s degree, various years of office work (at a university), several years of providing technical support, a year as V.P. of Technology for a travel corporation, and computer technology skills well beyond those requested. Yet I received no interview or other form of communication.

I would greatly appreciate your feedback, so that I may work on those areas which you feel would need improvement for a similar position. Thank you in advance for your help.”

So far he has received no responses.

But hey, go ahead and vote for more “tough on crime” legislation when your next ballot comes in. There are still kids in America whose lives have not been destroyed yet by an unforgiving society.

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My Question of the Day: Why would a Midwesterner stand in line for 20 minutes for corn?

 

Today I got my first look at the Bloomington, Indiana farmer’s market. A charming collection of farm stands with ample heirloom tomatoes, peppers, zucchini and more, the Saturday Market offers a great opportunity to buy some (surprisingly affordable) locally grown produce, as well as unusually pretty flowers and delicious crusty bread. I was almost immediately faced with a serious oddity though, namely an absurdly long line (see photo) in front of a single stall. The line was in fact much longer than fitted on one photo. When I asked what it was for, a lady kindly informed that it was for corn. “What?!?” I responded. “Corn!” “Are you seriously telling me that a bunch of Midwesterners, in the middle of the Cornbasket of America, would stand in line for twenty minutes for CORN???” She assured me it was true. I did not bother to stand in line to try out the corn. After all, corn is corn, and it’s more common here than anywhere else in the world. I refuse to believe corn could be worth standing in line for, for twenty minutes, in Indiana.

I was fortunate enough to catch the market on a “Tomato Tasting” day where an array of local heirloom tomatoes was displayed for market-goers to try. Excited as I am about any heirloom tomato, I quickly joined the line for samples. The first tomato was okay, a bit sour for my liking, but not too bad. As I continued along the line though, my disappointment grew. Virtually every tomato was watery and bland. They didn’t even approach the blandest heirloom tomato you’d find at our Eugene, Oregon farmer’s market. In fact, the (local) heirloom tomatoes I’d bought at Kroger’s the day before were much sweeter and boldly flavored than any of these. The only exception perhaps was the Japanese Black Trifle variety from Stout’s Melody Acres. I still bought a pound and a half of various heirloom tomatoes at one stand, in the hope that those will be better.

To my great surprise, there were virtually no food stands. Some plain coffee (to which you can add a little syrup) and a bakery with rather expensive muffins ($5), cookies and other foods, that’s all! Someone could make a killing selling food here. The Eugene Frmer’s Market must have at least 20 prepared food stands… asian foods, mexican, BBQ, pastry goods, lemonade, and so on…) I must say though, my home made ice cream cookie sandwich from the bakery stand was absolutely fabulous, and I intend to buy another one, even at $4 or so a piece.

Highlight of the day: The beautiful flowers at the market (Okay, and the ice cream sandwich. And getting to drive my new Atlanta Blue BMW Z3 convertible on a sunny day). I’m not even sure what some of them were, quite unusual. I don’t like to spend money on flowers, because they die so fast, and the cats eat them, but I enjoyed admiring them at the market, and perhaps I will buy some after all next week. (Note: the flowers in the pic look a little like Carnations from a distance, but up close they are like some strange fuzzy flower carpet, bundled together, very odd)

 

 

 

 

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