By Tobi Schwartz-Cassell

The question, “What do people really do in elevators?” is…

1. A provocative question
2. The headline of an award-winning brochure I wrote for a client several years ago
3. Both

It’s both.

So, “What do people really do in elevators?”…

…Nothing.

I’m guessing you’ve experienced this.

I certainly have.

As many of you know, my husband and I recently downsized and moved into an apartment. It’s a new community, so our building is only half occupied. That means that I either ride the elevator with him, alone, or with my dog Fred. When it’s just Fred and me in the elevator, the conversation is typically one-sided with me telling him what a good and handsome boy he is and how much I love him.

Once in a while, as he and I wait for the elevator to arrive, the doors open, and there’s another rider in there. You can tell who the dog lovers are and aren’t.

When the doors open and a dog person sees him, he or she will light up. They will tell him what a good and handsome boy he is. Needless to say, Fred is developing quite the ego.

When the elevator doors open, and the first thing to cross the threshold is Fred’s nose, the ones who are not dog people will jump back. I feel terrible about this, but Fred needs to take a potty break, so we get in anyway. By the end of the ride, that person is hopefully not still up against the wall on tippy toes.

When I enter the elevator alone, either the passenger who’s already inside will strike up a conversation, or I will. It begins with, “which floor are you on?” or “when did you move in?” The Q & A is just long enough to take one of us to our destination floor and say a quick goodbye.

But there is one guy who lives in my building who rides the elevator in silence. He doesn’t smile either. He’s silent when I’m alone or with Fred. It’s uncomfortable. And though I am a social person, I can’t seem to bring myself to strike up a conversation with him, making the trip up or down even more awkward.

So I am asking you for your help. What would you say to this man if you were to get onto the elevator with him?

What have you said when you’ve ridden elevators with others? Please use the Comment section below.

Your responses will really help me out!

With lots of ♥,

PS: We bid a sad farewell to Jules Thin Crust. They will soon be closing. We are looking forward to partying at our next destination, The Silver Diner. All the details are here.

By Tobi Schwartz-Cassell

As many of you know, we moved about two weeks ago, so we’re still feeling our way around our new neighborhood and the surrounding area. That means getting comfortable with a new grocery store, pharmacy and PetSmart.

Here we were on our first day in our new home, and our daughter Jardin came down with the flu. She stuck it out for several days, allowing it to run its course. But when it became apparent that that wasn’t happening, she visited the doctor who gave her a prescription. Several days later, she still wasn’t herself, so she called the doc who gave her a list of OTC items to take—one for her cough, one for her congestion, and on and on.

I got to our new pharmacy after 9 PM, and couldn’t figure out why I wasn’t finding the decongestant he recommended. I was told that it has to be purchased from the pharmacist, but the pharmacy counter was now closed. In desperation, I started searching the aisles, trying to find something—anything!—that would bring my kid some relief! And then I spotted it. Vicks VapoRub^TM. Remember Vicks? That pearlescent goo in the blue jar that your mom rubbed on your chest when you were sick? So I picked up the box, read it, and there it was—all of her symptoms, and all of them addressed by Vicks. And the best part—it’s made from all natural stuff. So instead of bringing home an armload of medicines, I was hopeful we could take a step back in time with one of those time-tested natural remedies.

Sure enough, it helped her cough, congestion, aches and probably some other things I wasn’t even aware of.

As it turns out, you can find an entire list of issues Vicks can help, on the website eDrugsearch.com. In its article, “20 Brilliant Ways to Use Vicks VapoRub^TM,” Vicks can be used as a:

• Mosquito repellent
• Earache remedy
• Treatment for nail fungus
• Sinus headache alleviant
• And believe it or not, a cat pee deterrent

There are so many other natural remedies that are low-cost and available. According to the website PositiveHealthWellness.com, there are “7 Natural Cures for Ear Infections” including:

• Garlic Oil
• Apple Cider Vinegar
• Tea Tree Oil
• And even Breast Milk

And if you want to go to the source of all things natural that can help alleviate a litany of ailments, check out Aromatherapy. Based on the essential oils of plants (which is what you’ll find in Vicks), Aromatherapy is dispensed as oil that can be released in the air, used topically, and in some cases, taken internally. Mt. Laurel’s Essential Lightworker Bridget Papagno says, “One oil I like to work with is called Helichrysum. I use it in nine of my blends.”

Papagno blends Helichrysum Oil with other oils, (in some cases Peppermint, in other cases Rosemary, Cedarwood or Citrus), to create blends to use for:

1. After Sun Soother
2. Youth in a Bottle (sign me up!)
3. Skin Nourisher
4. Post Workout Blend
5. Blemish Reducer
6. Razor Relief Serum
7. Energize and Uplift
8. Fatigue Be Gone
9. Breathe Easy

And that’s just what she can do with one oil! Personally, I have always been fascinated with Aromatherapy, and relied on it for nausea when I was pregnant. This modality is an all-natural way to relieve distress—both physical and emotional—and all these years later, I still trust and use it.

What are your favorite tried-and-true all-natural remedies? I would love to hear about them, so please be sure to comment below.

♥,

PS: Want to meet Essential Lightworker Bridget Papagno as well as Psychic Medium Marie Gilbert for short private readings? Join us on August 10 at Aenigma Jewelry in Collingswood! Click here for more details.

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By Tobi Schwartz-Cassell

I love America with all my heart, and consider myself very patriotic. I am indebted to my grandparents who came and settled here because of the freedom and beauty we enjoy. The freedom that our veterans—then and now—have secured for us. And the freedoms that many living in other countries, are profoundly lacking.

I am grateful for my liberty every day, but on the 4^th of July, I am even more grateful because I get a sense that we’re all in it together. That wherever you go, you see flags; red, white and blue banners, and decorations. It truly makes my heart swell.

I was a patriotic child, too. But I experienced dread and extreme discomfort surrounding the 4th of July. The discomfort was never based in disloyalty, but in fear.

My parents always took my sister Molly and I to the fireworks on Independence Day, and every year, my trepidation grew. The noises scared me badly, especially when the booms would pound through my body. I was also frightened by the large crowds. To be perfectly honest, I could never understand what the appeal of the fireworks was.

On one 4^th of July in particular, already rattled from the evening’s “festivities,” we arrived home, and as I mounted the front steps, a firecracker exploded at my feet. That was it for me. No more fireworks.

My family would still go to the fireworks every year, but my parents allowed me to stay safely in the car and watch from the windows with my fingers in my ears. They and my sister were stationed outside the car, guarding me, and enjoying the display.

When I was a teen, I’d go with my friends to the fireworks because that’s what you did on the 4^th of July. I considered myself lucky that the explosives were launched after dark—and that my friends were mesmerized by what they were watching in the sky. It meant they weren’t paying attention to me, knees tightly locked to my chest, and fingers in my ears. What was it about those damned fireworks that everyone loved so much?

Every year, I dreaded the 4^th of July.

Then I met this really nice guy named Stan who eventually became my husband. God truly does work in mysterious ways, because Stan LOVES the 4^th of July more than anyone I know, and more than any other holiday. He LIVES for fireworks. His birthday is July 7, and he considers the 4^th his own personal kickoff day. Case in point, back in the early 70s, his family lived in California where the sale of fireworks were legal. His fondest memory of his Bar Mitzvah is that his parents purchased and set off fireworks to celebrate.

So there I was again, going to see the fireworks on the 4^th of July, while everyone was in the best mood, and I was freaked out (but had to appear as if I was holding it all together). While we were watching, my fingers firmly in my ears, Stan would shout out to me what he was seeing. He told me about the reds, the purples and the blues and the yellows that he was seeing. I found that to be fascinating! He really saw all those colors?

And there it was.

I finally understood. People go to fireworks to see the beautiful colors, in addition to the formations, in the sky. As a woman who was born colorblind, I never realized that fireworks were colorful. NOW it all made sense. That’s why the people who come, put up with the noise and the crowds.

After that night, I gave myself permission to never have to go to a fireworks display again. Ever.

And now, no matter how or where we celebrate the 4^th of July, it is my pleasure to hustle everyone out of my house (or hustle home if I’m at someone else’s house) and watch Stan and whomever accompanies him, go off to see the fireworks.

I crank up the air conditioning, scoop the ice cream, turn on the TV, and snuggle with my pets. It is my personal time and I get to do whatever I want. And most importantly, I don’t have to be subjected to deafening noises and celebratory crowds.

And now, I’m not just in awe of this holiday, I finally can say that I love it.

And now I understand what the fuss with fall leaves is all about. But that’s another story for another day…

♥,

PS: What’s your favorite holiday, and why? Is there a holiday you don’t like? I’d love to hear about it, so please comment below.

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By Tobi Schwartz-Cassell

Just when I thought I’d learned everything I could possibly learn from selling my stuff on Facebook…I ended up learning more.

To get you up to speed, my hubby Stan and I are downsizing and moving to a lovely apartment community. But we don’t want to shoehorn our stuff into our brand new place. So we’re donating some of it; and selling some of it on Craig’s List (Stan’s job) and some of it on Facebook (my job).

I can’t begin to tell you how much pleasure I derive from someone finally getting her or his hands on something they’ve been needing or wanting for a really long time, for a really low price. It makes them happy and it makes me happy. But don’t for a moment think that everyone out there is nice. Many are not. You’ll see at the end of this post, how I progressed from Good Guy to Bad Ass while I learned that:

1. Some people have been searching for YEARS for something that’s been collecting dust in your home. Someone came to my home for purposes other than buying my stuff. She spotted an item and asked if it was for sale. I  said yes, and she was delighted because she’d been searching for this discontinued piece for ten years! Boy, was SHE happy. And so was I.
2. Some items can lie dead in the water while others can create a major frenzy. Who would have thought my set of Mikasa dishes could generate well over 20 requests?
3. You have to watch your words. While doing an internet search to get an idea of how to price a red metal rocking chair, I Googled “metal rocker” and could not for the life of me, understand why these guys kept coming up. Eventually, I “got” it. Duh…
4. Buyers want something, but not necessarily for the reasons you’d think. Remember the aforementioned Mikasa dishes? It’s service for 16, complete with hostess pieces. Yet the person who purchased the entire set only wanted it for the cups, saucers and dessert plates. I just found that to be really interesting!
5. People ask the most surprising questions. A woman was inquiring about our large wrap-around sectional sofa with built-in recliners and queen foldout. She asked if we’d deliver.
6. When mama’s gotta have it, she’s gotta have it. One mother of 5 packed up the kids and high-tailed it here, to purchase an item. She begged me to mark the item ‘SOLD’ on Facebook while she was on her way. (Spoiler alert: Here’s where my Bad Assery begins.) I had already learned that you don’t mark anything ‘SOLD’ until it’s sold. So to make sure she got here in time, she kept me posted on her whereabouts, texting me every time she turned onto the next road. I begged her to be careful and to stop texting me because she had her kids in the car! She finally got here, took a look and…you guessed it, declined.
7. Some people are downright mean. I’ll be the first to admit that I’m human, and I make mistakes. And as a newbie selling stuff on Facebook, I’m learning the rules of the road as I go along. A woman, we’ll call her Henrietta, had the misfortune of encountering me at the very beginning of my journey. Here’s my crime: I forgot that on the Saturday of Memorial Day Weekend, I’d promised Henrietta that she could pick up a $5 candle holder on the Tuesday after Memorial Day Weekend.

On Tuesday, she sent me a Facebook PM, asking when she could pick up her $5 candle holder. I apologized profusely, telling her I’d made a mistake and sold it to someone else, just the day before. That woman chastised me, berated me and reminded me that I am a business owner in the community so I’d better watch my step. That last one was creepy because it meant she’d “looked me up.” I was extremely distressed, and asked her what I could do to make it up to her. Her request was absurd.

Next thing you know, a Facebook Friend spotted this person badmouthing me on that Facebook yard sale site! I wasn’t tagged correctly, so I would never have known about it were it not for my Facebook Friend. Henrietta had posted her poison on two different places on that site, and people started ganging up on me! All for a $5 candle holder! My Facebook Friend and other friends who saw it, gave me equal time with their lovely comments, and one of them had the presence of mind to tag the admins, who promptly took down the offending posts.

Will this incident stop me from continuing to post our stuff on Facebook yard sale sites? Hell no!

And here’s the happy ending: the gentleman who actually purchased that $5 candle holder did so for his 20-something, profoundly disabled daughter. They are moving into a new apartment together so he can properly care for her. I am grateful that my candle holder will help brighten their new home. And before we’d let him leave, Stan and I put together some items we hoped his daughter might enjoy. As the man reached into his pocket, we said no.

Because you can’t put a price tag on how it feels to make someone else smile.

♥,

PS: I’d love to hear about your Facebook online yard sale adventures! Please post them in the comment section below.

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By Tobi Schwartz-Cassell

We’re downsizing and we just can’t fit this in our new home.

Like many Baby Boomers, Stan and I are finally able to downsize. We are truly blessed with two remarkable children, one of whom is a success and the other, who is on her way to becoming one. So now, it’s “Our Time.” (Not the dating service. It’s literally our time.)

Right now, my project is to go through our stuff, pretending it all belongs to someone other than us (so I can easily part with it), and guessing whether it might be of value to someone other than us.

Then, I post it all on Facebook.

Here are 4 quick examples of my posts:

1. For a cubic zirconia ring: “We’re downsizing and we just can’t fit this in our new home!” 

2. For this Vitameatavegamin bottle: “This Vitameatavegamin bottle is sealed, never opened, filled with my husband’s favorite candy: Red Hots. I used to have to slap his hand every time he reached for this adorable replica.  It’s now at least 15 years old, so he’s no longer tempted.” #downsizing #brandnewlife #stilllovelucy

And another post, at the expense of my (really quite caring) husband:

3. For a vase: “HUBBY NEVER GIVES ME FLOWERS! Must sell Waterford vase!” #brandnewlife #downsizing

And then there’s the one I posted just for fun:

4. For clothing: “Post-menopausal woman needs to sell all her turtlenecks.” #downsizing #brandnewlife

But it’s not all about the posting. It’s also about the learning. Because we never really stop learning. So here’s what I’ve learned:

1. Some people will come to your house to buy something for 5 bucks, just to get a glimpse at how other people live. They view that $5 as their price of admission into your home.
2. People who buy Lucy collectibles aren’t necessarily buying it because it’s Lucy. One woman who is doing a wine room in her home, came to look at this “Lucy’s Italian Movie” ornament. That’s the episode where she stomped the grapes. (Did you know she nearly died in that episode? It’s true. If you want to know what happened, ask me in the comment section below.)
3. Having posted so many Lucy things, I finally learned how to spell Vitameatavegamin.
4. Some people are very afraid of dogs. Others loved mine so much, they offered to buy him along with that piece of Lenox they originally came for.
5. Some people come from far away, only to take one look and leave, but could have saved themselves the trip had they asked me one simple question.
6. Everybody has a story to tell. And, if you let them, they’ll tell it. One really nice lady spent about 20 minutes here. By the time she left with her merchandise, she’d told my daughter and I about her significant weight loss, her six children, what they’re being punished for, where she works (both jobs) and where she lives.
7. Everybody comes with someone else who never leaves the car. Usually it’s for their protection. But not for one woman who stopped by to purchase some things before taking her son to urgent care. Gotta admit—I would have opted for urgent care first.

As I said to one of my dearest friends, “Downsizing is not for the faint of heart.”

But if you find the humor in things—certainly not everything, but a lot of things—you might just be able to live through it.

♥,

PS: Please feel free to comment below.

By Tobi Schwartz-Cassell

Just a couple of months ago, on Jan 29, we got together for the Annual Cassell Family Hanukkah Party. Unconventional? Yes. But in our family it makes perfect sense.

This January Hanukkah gathering is entering its third decade, and has its roots in retail. Since several members of the family have or had retail stores through the years, December never worked for us. So we’ve always happily extended our holiday season into the New Year.

It’s hosted by my husband Stan’s sister, Debbie Cassell (pronounced “Castle”), and started in her tiny studio apartment in Philadelphia. Back then, there was only one grandchild. This year’s, and many before it, was in Debbie’s large South Jersey home that she shares with her husband, Dan. It’s a good thing, because the family has grown significantly, with great-grandchildren now in the mix.

First row, l-r: Dan Soskin, Allan Thompson, Stan Cassell, Gracie Horch. Second row, l-r:, Debbie Cassell (Soskin) holding Casper Cassell (Tillie’s dog), Tessa Horch, Melissa Thompson-Horch, Faye (Cassell) Thompson, Matt Horch, me (Tobi Schwartz-Cassell), Jardin Cassell, Christine Chen and Richard Cassell (holding Shiloh Chen). Third row: David Kenerek, Maddy Kenereck, Stacy Thompson-Kenerek, Sam Kenerek. Fourth row: See that tip of a white tail? That’s our dog, Fred Schwartz-Cassell. Missing: Michael Cassell (youngest Cassell sibling), Courtney (Thompson) & Jon Cousins and their future child.

The Cassell matriarch and patriarch were Tillie and Jack. Sadly, both are gone now. But the Hanukkah Party (Tillie’s favorite holiday—Jack’s was Passover) lives on. And on Jan 29, it had a special meaning because Debbie chose a theme—an “All Tillie & Jack Menu.” No brisket and potato pancakes at this one, though. You’ve probably never even heard of most of the dishes that were served that day because Tillie and Jack took pride in their kitchen creativity. These recipes served the family of six through the lean years but also when times finally got better. They were the glue that held them together through 13 moves, spread over 10 different states. With all that moving, the four Cassell kids stopped bothering to make friends because they knew the next move was coming. They just didn’t know when.

So on Jan 29, we celebrated with “Orange Spaghetti,” “Chinese Barbecue Chicken,” “Spice Cake with Raisins” (which no matter what trick Tillie used, always ended up on the bottom), “Sweet Kugel,” “Farmer’s Chopped Suey,” “Strawberries & Sour Cream,” and “Spaghetti & Meat Sauce.”

Tillie’s Frozen Angel Food Hershey’s Whipped Cream Cake, recreated by Stan, Jardin and me

The Stan Cassell Branch was assigned “Tillie’s Frozen Angel Food Hershey’s Whipped Cream Cake,” which tastes as good as it sounds. Our daughter Jardin was home from college for the weekend to celebrate, so the night before, she, Stan and I made the cake together. Because there are so many of us now, we made two. Tillie never wrote down her recipe (and we’d never made it before), so relying on Stan & Debbie’s sister Faye’s ratio of ingredients, we got started. Along the way, Stan, Jardin and I reminisced and had a lot of fun. Tillie was there guiding us. No doubt in our minds.

And both Tillie and Jack were there with us at that Hanukkah party, just as they are at every Hanukkah (and Passover) celebration.

With ♥,

PS: If you’d like any of Tillie & Jack’s recipes, please request them in the comment section below. And/or tell me about your family’s recipes! What were your favorites?

By Tobi Schwartz-Cassell

This is us! 😉

Did you know that today is “Middle-Aged Ladies’ Day?”

Well, it is!

There is finally a day where we don’t have to be embarrassed by a little chin hair. Or a root line that used to be solidly brunette but now has some gray strands. Or a little bit more middle-aged middle.

And there’s finally a day when we celebrate US and our well-earned:

• Wisdom
• Smile lines
• Unwillingness to take anyone’s crap, whether it’s our mate’s, children’s, boss’ or client’s
• Permission to ourselves to have ice cream for dinner every once in a while
• Opportunity to shop at clothing stores that are smart enough to have vanity sizing
• Happiness derived, not so much from material things, but from the love and support of family members and/or friends who know exactly what to say to make you feel better when you’re feeling down

Many honor-days like Middle-Aged Ladies’ Day are created by marketers who want to sell everything from peanuts to pickles to Valentines. But not this one.

This one was created by me. A middle-aged lady. And guess what? Middle-Aged Ladies’ Day is everyday. Why? Because WE deserve it.

♥,

PS: Is there an honor-day you’d like to create? Tell me about it in the comment section below!

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By Tobi Schwartz-Cassell

In the Jewish community, tattoos are taboo.

As a member of that community, I never understood why. After all, my father (the “Frank” of Franks & Beans) had Airforce wings tattooed on his inside forearm. Reason: he served proudly as an aerial photographer and staff sergeant in WWII. But it’s said that if you bear a tattoo, you can’t be buried in a Jewish cemetery. Yet thankfully, my dad now rests peacefully in one.

While discussing this with my dear friend Brian, a scholar of the Catholic faith, he decided to get to the bottom of the debate, and found the answer in the Torah: “You shall not etch a tattoo on yourselves.” (Leviticus 19:28)

Well that pretty much says it all. Or does it? What’s the ‘why?’

Three plausible explanations appear on Chabad.org. The most profound interpretation (in my opinion) is: “The human body is G-d’s creation, and it is therefore unbefitting to mutilate G-d’s handiwork.”

That makes sense. And, it led me to think that perhaps purposely getting a tattoo might be considered a reminder of the unspeakable atrocities of the Holocaust. During that horrific time, victims were tattooed as a degrading way of identifying them. Those vile revisionists can say whatever they want, but the Holocaust was real, and the inked numbers on victims’ inside wrists are just one piece within an entire body of evidence.

Yet despite all this, when my daughter Jardin announced her plan to get a tattoo, I accepted her decision.

First, at 20 years old, Jardin is an adult. She works and saved her money to pay for that tattoo, and doesn’t need my permission anymore.

Jardin and Vicki

But the second reason is something that spoke to my heart. About four years ago, Jardin met a young woman named Vicki who changed her life in a number of positive ways. Jardin was Vicki’s most trusted babysitter, and when Vicki was transferred to open the Cherry Hill location of Jules Pizza, Jardin was her first hire. It was Jardin’s first “real” job, and she still works there to this day. Vicki and Jardin became friends and confidants, and the three of us joked that Vicki was Jardin’s “work mom.” I could not have chosen a more beautiful soul to be my daughter’s work mom. Sadly and very suddenly, Vicki passed away. It was about two years ago. And it was devastating, to say the least.

Jardin’s dorm room at Rowan University is decorated by posters of rock bands and family pictures. Among them are pictures of Vicki.

Jardin chose to get a tattoo as her remembrance to Vicki. So now, she proudly sports a slice of pizza in an innocuous but hidden place (hidden because she plans on becoming a teacher, and can’t have a tattoo that shows). Just under the point of the slice is a bold, stylized “V” for Vicki.

A slice of pizza sounds like a trivial tattoo, but the reasons behind it are anything but. And I’m okay with it.

RIP, beautiful Vicki.

♥,

PS: Do you have a tattoo? What is it and why did you choose it? Please use the comment section below.

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By Tobi Schwartz-Cassell

Source for content and photos: Food Business News

It’s a new year and everyone likes to eat, so let’s take a look at emerging culinary trends for 2017.

Here’s an excerpted edition of the article, “Ten cutting-edge food trends for 2017” by Monica Watrous. The predictions are courtesy of Liz Moskow, culinary director at ad agency Sterling-Rice Group of Colorado. Sterling-Rice specializes in the food industry.

1. Food waste frenzy: Consumers and companies alike are creatively reducing food waste by repurposing typically tossed-out stems, skins and rinds.

“This is driven by millennials’ desire to make the earth a better place,” Ms. Moskow said. “They’re finding ways to repurpose and use things that would ordinarily be discarded. For example, watermelon rinds being made into pickles, or making cauliflower rice using the stem, something that ordinarily would end up in the garbage.”

A company called Forager Project has identified a use for the wasted pulp from production of cold-pressed juices — by manufacturing organic tortilla chips containing the nutritious byproduct.

Curious about how you can repurpose all the parts of a head of cauliflower while dazzling your family with your cooking prowess? Check out Positive Healthwellness for “9 Mashed Cauliflower Recipes with a Twist Your Children Will Love.”

2. Plant butchery: Chickpeas, corn, legumes and fungi are standing in for steaks in an emerging crop of butcher shops with products designed to appeal to vegans and carnivores alike.

“Plant butchery really focuses in on the fact that meat eaters are exploring plant-based options,” Ms. Moskow said. “There are actually places popping up that are catering to this plant-based-curious group of people who don’t want to eliminate meat from their diet but might want to eat it less often.”

3. Dosha Dining: The remarkable rise of turmeric as a trending ingredient in recent years has become a gateway to American exploration of Ayurveda.

“Indians believe in the concept of dosha, which is another word for your body’s set constitution,” Ms. Moskow said. “Turmeric has really been picking up steam and trending over the past couple years. People have widely accepted turmeric is this magic food. And that’s really the holy grail of Ayurveda; for every dosha, turmeric is a good balancing additive for food.”

4. Mocktail mixology: Mocktails are getting a modern makeover, with such offerings featuring fresh-pressed juices, flavored teas, sipping vinegars and muddled herbs and spices.

“People watch mixologists muddle herbs, and it feels like a special treat rather than ordering a ginger ale or club soda,” Ms. Moskow said. “And so we feel restaurants are going to start offering more robust menus — not just one or two little things on the side of their drink menu…

5. Cook and connect: Likened to businesses like Uber and Airbnb, a new app and web site called EatWith connects home cooks with hungry strangers.

“This is really all about people craving interaction in an increasingly disconnected world,” Ms. Moskow said. “Food to me has always been a way to bring people together. (The concept of EatWith) is definitely a more personalized version of a food hall, a more one-on-one experience where you can meet the person in their home when they cook you dinner.”

What food trends are you predicting for 2017? What do you think of the “Cook and Connect” trend? What do you think of all five trends listed here? Please share your thoughts in the comments below, and Happy New Year!

♥,

Tobi

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By Tobi Schwartz-Cassell

My son Richard is all grown up. He’s got a career, an apartment in Brooklyn and a smart and beautiful girlfriend whom we love. Best of all, he pays his own bills.

But before all of that happened, and even before his sister Jardin was born, he and I had a yearly tradition. We’d go to bed in our clothes on Thanksgiving night, and wake up at 4 AM on Black Friday, brush our teeth and be on our way with our pre-packed breakfast.

But not everyone shares our former level of zeal for the Queen of all shopping days. A survey conducted in early October by BestBlackFriday.com found that 35.13% of those asked “hate” Black Friday! Just 14.7% love it and 50.70% neither love or hate it. They said it’s merely “okay.”

Black Friday is loved by less than 15%!

Let’s go back to the 90s, when Richard and I really had a good time on those Black Fridays. We’d bring the store circulars with us so we could peruse them while waiting in line, and ended up sharing them with our fellow bargain hunters. It felt like we were all in it together, and it really was fun! But it’s all fun and games until someone gets killed, and tragically, that is exactly what happened. On Black Friday, 2008 an employee at a Long Island Wal-Mart died after being trampled in a Black Friday stampede. Four people were injured, including a pregnant woman. And literally overnight, Black Friday’s reputation changed.

Either in an attempt at safety, or just for the love of money (probably the latter), this shopping day has now become an industry all its own. What used to fatten up Thanksgiving Day daily newspapers is now also handled electronically with websites like: BestBlackFriday.com, TheBlackFriday.com and bfads.net.

If you do the Black Friday thing, be sure to read Consumer Reports’ Top 10 Black Friday Shopping Tips for 2016.

But before you do, tell me where you stand on Black Friday. Do you go out with the same family members or friends every year? Do you have a nice warm breakfast at a local diner after you finish up at your first store? Or do you just sit it out at home? Please let me know in the Comments below!

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These lovely ladies don’t have names, and they need them by our 2016 Women’s Shopping Expo on Nov 17!

So as quickly as you can, please come up with names for Model A and Model B, and put them in a comment below or send them to Tobi@FranksAndBeans.net.

Maybe you shouldn’t start a conversation this way.

By Tobi Schwartz-Cassell

How many times have you been to a party, standing in front of someone, and no words come out? From either of your mouths?

Thanks to one of my favorite blogs, PureWow, I now know five things to say to lift the awkwardness. I’m borrowing three of them (with a bonus fourth at the end of this article), and adding my own thoughts. So if you want to see all five plus their explanations, click here.

1. “Wow, what an interesting (insert piece of clothing). Where’s it from?”

This suggested line is based on the fact that, as a whole, people like to talk about themselves. So if this line doesn’t feel right to you, try asking them what they do, where they’re from, or how they know the party host.

2. “What are you up to this weekend?”

As the PureWow article points out, if the party’s on a Monday or Tuesday, you need to change this question to “What did you do over the weekend?” But again, more than likely, this line of questioning will give you a hint about your conversation partner, and that can open up a whole new world of dialogue. So if she’s going to the shore, you can ask her which town is her favorite, what restaurant does she recommend, or does she know of a great bed & breakfast there?

3. “What’s your favorite kind of cheese?”

This usually works best when standing next to a cheese platter. And granted, it won’t work for everyone. Especially if you’re talking to a person who’s lactose intolerant or vegan. But then again, either of those scenarios opens up another line of questioning. As long as you don’t mind hearing about her GI tract.

Probably the best suggestion this article has is a good exit line. What can you say when you are so bored that you just HAVE to break away? Here are some suggestions….

1. “Can you excuse me? To be continued!”
2. “Gasp! There’s someone I’ve been trying to get in touch with. Be right back!”
3. “Forgive me but I REALLY have to go to the bathroom!” Too much information? Yes. A great way to make your escape? Yes!

What line do you use to either start a conversation or end one? Please comment below!

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by Tobi Schwartz-Cassell

If you ask people when summer starts, most of them will say June 21. And, of course, they’d be correct. But have you ever noticed that summer starts at different times for different people?

It occurred to me recently that summer is more a function of where you are in your life, than it is some date on the calendar.

For instance, when you’re in elementary and middle school, summer officially starts on the last day of school, whether that’s before or after June 21. In high school, at least around here, summer begins when your last exam ends, no matter what the last day of school is for everyone else in your district.

Then you send your child off to college, and all of a sudden fall comes a whole lot earlier, and summer starts even earlier! Our daughter, who just finished her freshman year in college, started her summer on May 5 this year!

I remember when our son was in middle school, and it was his first official day of summer, as school had ended the day before. Up until then, I had been working for myself, and that’s all he knew. But that year I had a job, and as I was getting ready to walk out the door, he asked me where I was going. “To work,” I said. “Wait a minute,” he said. “It’s summer. Why aren’t you off until fall?”

Hubby and I recently noticed that, now that we’re emptynesters and not dependent on the public school calendar anymore, if we want to take a vacation, we can do it after Labor Day and save a lot of money! We would never have even thought to do a post-Labor Day vacay in the past!

So here we are in July, where it’s summertime for everyone in South Jersey. Air conditioners are at full blast, and you need enough sunblock to cover a lot more skin. But in retail, where composition and spiral bound notebooks are everywhere you look, summer is, sadly, just about over.

Enjoy yours.

While it lasts.

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PS: When does summer start for your family? Comment below!

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