I found this wonderful drink in the book "Food Trucks" by Heather Shouse. It is from Moxie Rx which was located in Portland, OR, but I found closed in April 2011.
Juice from 1⁄2 lemon
1 teaspoon freshly grated ginger
2 teaspoons agave nectar or honey (I used honey) Pinch of cayenne pepper
1 dropper full of Super Echinacea
Soda water (optional)
Combine the lemon, ginger, honey, cayenne, and echinacea in a mug if making hot, glass if making cold. Stir ingredients to dissolve honey. For hot beverage, add hot water to fill the mug and let steep for a minute. For cold beverage, add enough ice to fill half the glass and top with soda water.
Even though this is called a "cold cure-all" I think it is a wonderful drink either hot or cold. I love the ginger and spice of the cayenne.
I have been taking of my elderly friend the past few days while she has been in the hospital. In my mind I have composed the beginning of many blogs, but after a line or two I am interrupted. The quiet, the clock ticking, an alarm going off, my friend stirring, or even my own thoughts. The past three and half days this woman has been my life. She reminds me of other two other women in my life; my Grandma Branscomb whom I lost in 1997 and another elderly friend who passed away a couple of years ago named Shirley. All three were almost physically this same. I wasn't with my grandma when she passed away, my memory if my final time with her was good. Shirley I watched struggle, like I am today.
Watching someone struggle and say they want to die is difficult. My heart breaks and I feel helpless. I am helpless. I know I cannot control what happens. I go to God for comfort and strength. Prayers turn to tears. Then my heart knows that I am doing what I can. I am here in this moment for a reason and the reason is not to be in control, but to be. Be the smile. Be the touch. Be the words of comfort. Be the one to pray.
Emergency rooms are always an interesting place. The perspective changes depending if you are the patient or just a concerned family member or friend.
Last night sat in the emergency room for five hours with an elderly friend; she is 93 years old and lives in assisted living. Earlier this evening she fell and hit her head. When I arrived the ER rooms were full and my elderly friend was in #6. As we waited for tests, results, and visits from the staff I had opportunities to watch the activity at the nurses station.
On one occasion when I left the room I saw a man walking in. I noticed his backpack and the patch on his jacket, he was the medical examiner. As he looked around I wonder if he was thinking what I thought - what room am I going to. My guess was the room with the large group; family and friends here to say goodbye to a loved one. Medical Examiner - a job where people most likely are not happy when they see you. I didn't want to stare but I didn't have anywhere to go. I just looked down at my phone like I was doing something. I saw the family and friends leave as the medical examiner stood and waited with great patience. Quietly he walked into the curtain shrouded room to start what must be a routine list to determine what was the cause of death.
I am not sure what happened to the person or who he or she was, but I do know the person was surrounded by loved ones.
By the time my friend was admitted and moved upstairs the rooms that were once filed were now almost empty. A new team was there waiting for the next patient.