Coffee heat rising

Real estate market heats up (?)

La Maya and her compañera, La Bethulia (you’ll have to really know your Bible to figure out what modern name that one alludes to!), are in the market for an investment house, which they would like to rent to a couple of their nieces. Their money is in hand. Their loan is preapproved. They have made bids on two foreclosed houses, and they’ve lost out on both of them!

How? They’ve been nosed out by other bidders. The latest was a nice little place in a choice middle-class neighborhood of quiet, beautifully kept homes. Price was, astonishingly, under $200,000 in the normally pricey North Central area between Third Street and Third Avenue. Though the bedrooms were tiny, the house had been cherried out, with expanses of very nice tile and a huge, drop-down dead GORGEOUS kitchen (you would not have believed!). It appeared to have a new roof, new double-paned windows, new everything. The front yard was xeriscaped and required only a light clean-up—Gerardo’s crew could have restored it to its pristine glory in under two hours. The back needed some work, but nothing crushing. The pool had been drained, wrecking the plaster, and so it needed to be replastered—probably around $4,000 to $6,000. But if it didn’t need new equipment (given that the previous owners had replaced everything else, chances are the pump and filter were fine), even with that cost you would get a very nice, ever-so-much-more-than-livable house in a sweet neighborhood for tens of thousands of dollars under the normal market price.

Two other buyers swooped down on the house at the time La Maya and Bethulia went after it. They actually bid up the price above the asking price!

Dang! Does this sound familiar?

Maybe our property values will return to something more or less normal during our lifetimes, after all.

Is that bargain food safe to eat?

You find a gallon of juice at the grocery on megasale. Only problem is, the “sell by” date is the day after tomorrow; the stuff that’s not on sale has a sell-by date sometime in the middle of next week. Will you have to throw out whatever juice you can’t gulp down in a day and a half? Over at Scribbit, a lively discussion of the pros and cons of Costco is going on; blog proprietor Michelle observes that Costco’s milk often has an expiration date so close to the purchase date she ends up throwing sketchy stuff away.

Depends on what the date actually is. Take a close look at it: does it say “sell by,” “use by,” or “expiration”? Or something else?

Food is not slated to spoil by its “sell by” or “use by” date. Truth to tell, if it’s been stored properly it may be OK even after its “expiration” date, though you might not want to give it to infants or folks with serious health problems. According to Consumer Reports, here’s what those dates mean:

Use by, best if used by, or quality assurance: These estimate the period in which a product is at the height of its delectability. After the date given, it may be less flavorful, but it’s still safe to eat.

Sell by or pull: This tells the retailer when the product should be taken off the shelf. But it’s still safe to eat by the “sell by” date. This date figures in the amount of time most people might be expected to store the product at home. According to CR, milk is usable for a good seven days after the sell-by date.

Package or pack date: The date the product was packaged. It has no direct relationship to the date the product is likely to spoil. Comparing package dates of products on the shelf may allow you to buy the most recently processed item, which is nice, but the older one is not necessarily about to spoil.

Expiration date: For food, this is the term that indicates food may be spoiled. CR says an exception is eggs, which can be used three to five weeks after the stamped-on expiration date. Remember, too, that for other products the “expiration date” is often just a marketing gimmick to induce you to buy new packages of perfectly OK products (such as sunscreen) at regular intervals.

The way a food is stored is crucially important to how long it stays edible. And you may not know. For example, last summer I made an emergency run to the nearby Albertson’s to buy some butter. What should I find but that the cooler where the butter and margarine were stored was out of order! It clearly had been out of order for quite some time: the room-temperature butter was soft, and the other dairy products in the case were warm and kept that way under the display case’s lights.

I didn’t buy it, and on the way out (annoyed that now I would have to burn gas to make a six-mile round-trip traipse to buy a single package of butter) I mentioned the broken case and room-temperature dairy products to the store manager. She just shrugged and said a repairman was supposed to show up that day. It was clear she had no intention of removing the products—as soon as the cooler was repaired, shoppers would have no idea the butter, margarine, sour cream, cream cheese and other products had been sitting at 80 degrees for many hours.

So, as in most cases, we’re reduced to having to use common sense. Give any food item the sniff test, no matter when it’s dated. Does it smell fresh? Any whiff of the rancid about it? And do you see any sign of mildew or dried-up spots? Does the can bulge? Is the can dented? If so, out it goes.

Don’t assume the dates on a product necessarily mean you have to consume it by that date, or that it’s still safe by that date, either. When in doubt, throw it out.

Gerardo the Heroic

Ahora que Dave’s Used Car Lot, Marina, and Weed Arboretum is cleaned up—however temporarily—I felt encouraged to thin out the Jungle whose purpose is to screen the view from my front window so I don’t have to see that dump.

Before...
Before...

Gerardo, aware of this winsome craving, came by the other day and observed that it was time to clean up the trees and shrubs. “Claro que sí,” I said, in some sort of English. Before long he had three dudes out there, cutting, trimming, digging up, and hauling. “No fútbols,” said I, meaning I did not wish to see trees or brush shaped like soccer balls. “Of course not,” said he, in some sort of Spanish.

They hacked and they heaved, they nipped and they clipped, they filled Gerardo’s truck chock-full of thorny life-threatening limbs.

“You’ve let these things go too long,” said Gerardo, in some sort of Spanglish. “They should’ve been shaped properly a long time ago.”

“Yah, don’t I know it,” I said, in hypereducated English. “Jes’ do the best you can.”

They shaped and they trimmed and they dodged and they hefted. They packed impossible amounts of stuff into Gerardo’s truck. Three hours later, they had the yard looking pretty darned good. Gerardo, after all, does know how to prune desert plants so they stay looking like desert plants. You just have to say to him, “Keep your eye on that guy and that guy and that guy over there, ’cause you’re the one who knows how to do it right.” And then he sees that they do it right.

...y despus
...y después.

After all this heaving around, they whipped through the property and performed their regular monthly ablutions: blowered up the leaves and raked the gravel and cleaned up all the pavement and carried off the leaves and debris. As they fired up the truck to drive it, groaning, off to the dump, Gerardo presented his bill: $110.

!Dios mio! I couldn’t believe it. Gerardo’s regular bill is $75. That meant he charged, for all that extra work, $35. That’s something like ten bucks an hour, for three workers.

How does the man survive?

How can you pay such a man? For sure, the Christmas bonus has to be a gigantic gift card to Home Depot (assuming that outfit has no strings on its cards that will rip him off). Better yet, though: M’jihito has decided to punt on the scheme to xeriscape the Investment House, since we can’t afford desert landscaping just now, and instead to cultivate the devilgrass (Tejano for “bermudagrass”) to form a lawn of sorts. Between now and spring, I’ll hire Gerardo to put in a winter lawn, which will keep him busy until the heat comes back up. If he’s smart (which he is), he’ll prepare the ground so the bermuda will take right over when the days grow long, and then he’ll have another job to add to his clientele.

Get better hamburger, cheaper

Dropped by the Safeway on the way home from the Apple Store. Checked the butcher’s sale counter, and yup! They had 7-bone chuck roasts for $2.79 a pound. Since that’s significantly cheaper than Safeway’s hamburger, I always get a roast and have the butcher grind it up for me. Also I ask to have any bones that come with, which I can use to make wonderful beef broth.

Their regular hamburger, cobbled together (according to the sign) from carcasses hailing from Canada, the U.S., and Mexico, ranged in price today from $3.37 to $5.29 a pound! For hamburger. For not very good hamburger.

The amazing thing is, when you have the butcher grind a roast for you, the result is infinitely tastier than what you get when you buy packaged or butcher-case hamburger. It NEVER drips water into the fire. It never leaves you with a frying pan half full of water and…stuff. It came from one cow, not from some unknown number of cattle, and you know what the meat looked like before it was turned into hamburger.

In this case, frugality not only works, it works better.

Believe I’ll cook up some broth with the chuck bones and a few others (I also picked up, very cheap, some lamb neck, and I have a few other bones in the freezer). Then with the burger I’ll make some of that albondigas soup I posted a while back. Yum!

Woot! Apple shines!

Hot diggety! In spite of the snit over the MobileMe misadventures, I have to say that Apple’s “Geniuses” outdo just about everycorporatebody in the customer service department.

Think of it: Got a problem? See an actual human being! Not only that, but the human being knows what he’s doing!!!!! What an extraordinary idea. Qworst should hire Steven Jobs as a consultant to advise on how to handle customers.

Today’s Genius, Zachary, instantly recognized the issue with the port connection to the Cox modem. He also knew how the Mac “forgot” my password (noooo, i did not change it and in a senior moment forget it myself), and he was able to make some recommendations about routers to get the Dell laptop connected.

Mac hardware is pricey, no question about it, but for the premium, you get what you pay for: gear that works and techs who will speak to you and actually can help you.
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Off to the computer vet…

Funny will be incommunicado for today and possibly for several days, as my computer visits the Apple Geniuses. GDU’s borrowed laptop doesn’t communicate with Cox’s modem, and so unless Apple can get finished with my computer quickly, it will be a while before I will be back at this site.