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Candy-Topped Blossom Cookies
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6. Why Am I Always Tired? Fatigue, Obesity, Depression, Insomnia ……..59
7. Mistaken Identities: Autoimmune Diseases, Allergies, Asthma …………71
8. Inflamm-Aging: Aging, Arthritis, Alzheimer’s disease ……………….85
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9. What We Eat: Dietary Solutions …………………………………101
10. Where We Live: Home and Workplace Solutions…………………….125
11. What We Do: Lifestyle Solutions ………………………………..149
12. How We Think: Mind-Body Solutions……………………………159
13. What Medicine Can Do: Tests and Medications ……………………175
14. The Anti-Inflammation Prescription …………………………….195
Appendix: The Path to Medical Knowledge …………..201
Selected References ……………………………………..205
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The most powerful concept in disease prevention and treatment today is inflammation. If this is the first you’re hearing of it, prepare for more. Soon, we’ll all be talking about inflammation as easily as we talk about cholesterol, doctors will recommend blood tests to measure the amount of inflammation in your body, and targeted medications will be developed to control its effects. Inflammation may well turn out to be the elusive Holy Grail of medicine—the single phenomenon that holds the key to sickness and health.
Inflammation touches every aspect of our health. In a series of medical break-throughs, scientists have discovered that inflammation is a common thread linking heart disease, some forms of cancer, diabetes, osteoarthritis, asthma, migraine headaches, Alzheimer’s disease, fibromyalgia, periodontal disease, sinusitis, irritable bowel syndrome, inflammatory bowel disease, and chronic fatigue syndrome.
Inflammation is related to aging, obesity, stroke, fatigue, depression, and allergic reactions. Inflammation is also part of the process that damages body tissue in multiple sclerosis, rheumatoid arthritis, systemic lupus erythematosus, and other autoimmune diseases.
As part of immunity, inflammation is one of the most basic human processes.
The cardinal signs of inflammation—redness, heat, pain, and swelling—are easily perceptible. Every fever, bump, rash, or bruise is the result of inflammation. On a microscopic level, the inflammatory response involves dozens of different chemicals, each performing a specific action. The purpose of inflammation is to limit damage to the body after injury or invasion by foreign organisms, such as bacteria or viruses. Limiting damage sounds good, but problems arise when the body experiences severe or long-term inflammation. It is this type of uncontrolled inflammation that has become the focus of so much research.
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Bring a large pan of lightly salted water to the boil and tip in the macaroni, stirring well to ensure it doesn’t clump up. Boil until just tender but with plenty of bite, then drain and set aside.
Meanwhile, grill the bacon until crisp, if using. Chop it into snippets and set aside.
Melt the butter in a large saucepan set over a medium heat, then pour in the flour and stir thoroughly over the heat for a minute until you form a smooth roux. Reduce the heat to low and gradually add the milk, whisking constantly until you have dispersed the roux through the milk. Turn the heat back up to medium and bring to a steady simmer, stirring all the time, until thickened, about 3–4 minutes. Taste a little on the end of a teaspoon – it shouldn’t taste floury at all; if it does, cook for another minute or so. Turn off the heat and stir through the Worcestershire sauce and mustard, and a generous grind of black pepper. Sprinkle in about three-quarters of the cheese, stirring until it has melted, then add the cooked macaroni and bacon snippets and stir to combine.
Preheat the oven to 200°C/180°C Fan/Gas Mark 6. Spoon the macaroni into a baking dish and sprinkle over the remaining cheese. Bake in the hot oven for 15–20 minutes, until the top is golden and bubbling. Serve immediately.
Feel free to put your own twist on your mac ’n’ cheese using the following ideas for inspiration. Purists may complain, but this is your dinner so add whatever takes your fancy.
• Cubed mozzarella sprinkled on top adds a lovely stringy stretch once baked; grated Parmesan adds extra punch, or try smoked Cheddar or Stilton – whatever’s your favourite.
• A handful of fresh breadcrumbs sprinkled over the cheese topping adds extra crunch.
• A few tomato slices under the cheese topping add extra colour (and a few vitamins!).
• Replace the bacon with crisp-fried chorizo or chopped cooked sausage, or a little leftover pulled pork or baked ham.
• Add a handful of cooked veggies, such as peas, broccoli or cauliflower.
• Give it an Italian twist with a dollop of pesto, or a handful of torn basil and a few chopped sundried tomatoes.
Mac ’n’ cheese
CAJUN SHRIMP PO’ BOY
In years past, shrimp were a really inexpensive ingredient in Louisiana, and so became traditional in the legendary ‘poor boy’ sandwiches. Much more of a treat today, these crisp and spicy fried prawns make for a pretty luxurious snack.
MAKES 4 GENEROUS SANDWICHES
4 tablespoons mayonnaise
1 tablespoon chopped flat-leaf parsley
2 large gherkins, finely chopped
100g plain flour
300g large raw peeled prawns (about 20)
a large baguette, cut into 4 lengths
a couple of handfuls of shredded crisp lettuce
2 large tomatoes, sliced
for the Cajun seasoning
2 tablespoons paprika
1 tablespoon dried oregano
1 tablespoon freshly ground black pepper
1 tablespoon garlic powder
1 tablespoon onion powder
2 teaspoons dried thyme
1–2 teaspoons chilli powder, to taste
1 teaspoon sea salt
For the Cajun seasoning, place all the ingredients in a large bowl and mix together thoroughly.
In a separate bowl, stir together the mayonnaise, parsley and gherkins. Stir through 2 teaspoons of Cajun seasoning, or to taste, and set aside.
Stir the flour through the remaining Cajun seasoning.
In another bowl, beat together the egg and milk. Line up the prawns, the flour/spice mix, egg and milk mix, and a large clean plate on the worktop. Take a prawn and dip it into the flour to coat all over, then dip into the egg and milk, then back into the flour for a second coating, before setting aside on the plate. Repeat until all the prawns have a double coating of spicy flour.
Heat the oil in a deep fat fryer to 180°C/350°F and fry the prawns in batches for about 3 minutes until golden and crisp. Drain briefly on kitchen paper.
To serve, slice the baguettes through, but leave top and bottom hinged together. If you like you can warm them briefly in a hot oven. Spread a little mayonnaise dressing inside each piece of bread and add some lettuce and tomato slices. Top with the crisp prawns and a further dollop of dressing and tuck in while hot.
Cajun shrimp po’ boy
SLOW- BRAISED BEEF PO’ BOY WITH DEBRIS GRAVY
Beef braised with garlic and red wine to the point of tender collapse, then stuffed into a fresh hunk of bread … yes please! This, to my mind, is the king of the po’ boys, the traditional Louisiana sub sandwiches. The debris gravy is made from all the lovely juices and caramelised bits left over from braising, thickened into a tasty sauce that soaks the bread with deliciousness. Be warned – you’ll need plenty of napkins as po’ boys are gorgeously messy!
Note: you will need to begin this recipe at least 8 hours before you want to eat, as the beef requires a long, slow cooking time.
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ll, my dad gets to come home today. Apparently he is already dressed and sitting on the edge of his bed, ready for us to pick him up.
Every time I went to visit him, he was lying in his bed with his brown leather shoes on. He told me that he was keeping them on his feet because things go missing around there. It made me laugh.
Life is funny. The subject of death can be, too. One day my mom told me that if Dad were to die in the yard, she and I would have to somehow get him into the wheelbarrow and push him up to the house so that the ambulance guys wouldn’t have to do it. I am not kidding. Either that, she said, or we’d throw a tarp over him so the dogs wouldn’t “get at him.” Every time I look at the wheelbarrow now, I smile, thinking of my mom’s way of solving problems.
She’s never been sentimental. She looks at life with such economy and practicality. She lives in the day and doesn’t get too far ahead of herself. When I was nine or ten, she told us at the supper table one night that we would all die one day and that we needed to try and have a happy life. That always stuck with me. To never talk about death is just plain silly. It’s like not talking about one of the most important things in our existence.
I hope my dad has a happy summer. I hope he can sit in his lawn chair and yell at me about how I am using the weed eater wrong, or pruning the trees wrong, or hoeing the garden wrong. For some reason, I am looking forward to the old grouch hollering orders at me like I’m some waitress.
June 25, 2014
My dad has been home just over a week. He is so changed. His facial expressions, even his gestures, are somehow unfamiliar to me—the way his mouth turns down at one corner, the way he looks past you over your shoulder, the way he holds his fork and knife like he is not sure what they’re for. The grouchy, strict man who raised three kids, and poured concrete pads his whole life, has left the building. This man is quiet and still, perhaps wondering what his future holds. I catch him standing at the kitchen window looking down the road. His thumbs are shoved through his belt loops, and his jaw moves side to side.
You would think that my mother would be torn apart over losing (more or less) her partner of fifty-six years, but she’s steady and calm and goes about her chores around the house without any visible sadness. She’ll tell me, “Jann, that’s just the way it goes. That’s life. What can you do?” She never spends any time feeling sorry for herself—she has bird feeders to fill and squirrels to entertain, after all. She’s tied strips of cloth—bits of cut-up tube socks and T-shirts and old aprons—to a dozen tree branches out in the yard. “The squirrels make their beds with them,” she answered when I asked what in the hell they were for.
“That’s weird, Mom.”
“They love them. I put new ones out every few days because they all disappear.”
She gets up in the morning and feeds the dogs and putters around. Makes herself and Dad a protein shake with anything that happens to be sitting on the kitchen counter, throwing bananas or nuts or apples into the blender with a scoop of “powder” as she calls it.
She vacuums every single day without fail and does at least one load of laundry. She never says, “I don’t know what I’ll do without your dad.” She always tells me that she’ll be fine, though she says she does worry sometimes. But that’s what people do. They worry and let their brains run around like chickens in a slaughterhouse. That’s what I do, too much of the time.
We are going to try and keep Dad at home. We’ll make a few modifications in the bathrooms and we’ll bubble-wrap everything. (Kidding.) That has always been the plan.
Mom and I think that Dad will outlive us. He always lands on his feet somehow, the guy who drank and smoked his whole life like some kind of movie star. He still has good days when he makes sense and bad days when we feel like we’re playing charades as we try to figure out what he’s trying to tell us.
Yesterday he called me and said, “I just wanted to touch base about your financial situation and whatnot.” After many failed guesses, I finally figured out he was calling to find out what time I was making him dinner.
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together for fifty-eight years
July 1, 2014
I have been in Nashville the past few days, getting some writing done and having a little bit of a break from my folks. Though I worry constantly, and I have been calling them three times a day to make sure they are all right.
I keep thinking that I shouldn’t have come down here, but Dad seemed to be pretty good. I’ll be home on Saturday around suppertime and am hoping that they can keep themselves fed and alive until then.
Of course, as soon as I landed in Nashville, I was getting messages from friends that a tornado had touched down about an hour outside of Calgary. I phoned home to check in, and Mom told me the weather had been so