Springfield Style Cashew Kitty

Donald Trump had the right idea during the presidential debate. He just got the wrong state; his joke was about forty years late. Thirty-four of our states have cities or townships named Springfield. Some of the most well-known are the capital of Illinois, Massachusetts, Ohio, and my beloved hometown, Springfield, MO.

For you Yankees, MO is the abbreviation for Missouri. We are the third largest city in our state and the home to the Springfield Cardinals, Bass Pro Shops, The General Council of the Assemblies of God, Brad Pitt, and Springfield-style cashew chicken. We also hold the distinction of being the largest Springfield according to the 2020 U. S. Census. Yes, it’s larger than yours.

Springfield-style cashew chicken was developed at Leong’s Chinese Restaurant in the 1960’s. I first tasted this delicacy around 1970 when I obtained my driver’s license and first job. The second source for our hometown favorite was another oriental restaurant named Gee’s Eastwind formerly located on East Sunshine Street.

This is significant because Leong’s was on West Sunshine and Gee was a brother to the creator of this special dish. You say, “What is so special about your cashew chicken?” Your local Chinese restaurant has cashew chicken on the menu as well. Leong catered to our southern heritage here in southwest Missouri. He breaded and deep-fried the chicken chunks.

We have hundreds of cashew chicken places in the Ozarks. In the 70’s our What-A-Burger stands sold out to the Cheong family and became Cheong’s What-A-Burger. What kept them going was not their hamburgers. It was deep-fried chicken chunks, served on rice, smothered in sauce, cashews, and green onions. You could have that with an egg roll, wonton, or French fries.

Like Baptist churches, we had a cashew chicken stand on more streets than McDonalds. They did not all serve Chinese food or hamburgers. They were Cantonese, Mongolian, Korean, Vietnamese, or even Swedish. I’ll publish my cashew chicken recipe and other stories in future columns.

Leong wanted to entice Ozarkians into his place until he adulterated the traditional mostly healthy cashew chicken into something more popular in southwest Missouri. The chicken is cut into chunks, breaded, deep-fried, and served with fried rice. Some joints will give you plain white rice or noodles if you like that better. The sauce is like oyster sauce and the chicken is covered with it and topped with cashews and chopped green onions.

St. Louis has at least one restaurant I know of that serves our cashew chicken as well as the traditional. In the 80’s and 90’s when I traveled southern Missouri and northwest Arkansas as a sales service specialist, I knew which café’s had Springfield Style Cashew Chicken. Some of them were oriental. Others were not. Grocery store deli departments here serve it in their lunch counters.

Now that you know what Springfield Style Cashew Chicken is, let’s talk about Cashew Kitty. In the 1980’s a joke began circulating in Springfield that everywhere a cashew chicken place opened the number of stray cats disappeared. Other cultures, like Melmaceans, eat cats. They are definitely Alfs (Alien Life Forms). The story took on a life of its own when they associated it with immigrants who also ate dogs.

Our former president must be a friend of the founder of Bass Pro Shops and like George W. Bush before him has come to our fair city and heard the tales that we hillbillies like to entertain with. He just used a non-Republican State to prevent hard feelings with his adopted party.

And he can’t tell a joke. Some of us here still remember when he was a Democrat. Missouri’s seventh Congressional District is so GOP, they wrote Richard Nixon in during the 1976 election. By the way, did you know we Missourians once elected a dead man for US Senator? For those of you who don’t know, I’m from Missouri and you have to show me.

©Copyright 2024 by Charles Kensinger

Off to see the wizard

I visit four doctors at least once a year: my general practitioner, endocrinologist, cardiologist, and dentist. I also see others when needed. I was thinking about “The Wizard of Oz” and how that movie can give me some insight into why these visits are or are not conducive to a healthy lifestyle.

When Dorothy lands in Oz and wants to return home, she is given the ruby slippers from the feet of the deceased wicked witch of the East. Glenda the good witch magically transfers them to her feet. She can’t return them to the dead witch’s family, sending her on a journey to Oz to find the Wizard.

If you have not seen this film in a while, I urge you to watch it again, or even for the first time. It may be old. It is still a classic. You may be wondering how Dorothy’s trip to the Emerald City is like our visits to our physicians. No, you do not have to take three friends with you. Some of us may need another to interpret what they say or to aid in our remembering what we need to talk to them about.

The main similarity is in the interaction between the two parties. The Wizard instructs Dorothy to complete a task when she sees him for the first time. This encounter is frightening for her and her friends. The problem is with bringing back the broomstick of the Wicked Witch.

When our doctors tell us to revise our eating habits, take prescribed medicines, or follow an exercise or therapy plan, it may be as hard as getting that broom. Keep in mind that if you don’t follow the doctor’s orders, you will not have a good time at the next meeting.

Dorothy brought the broom and still had trouble. The problem was that her Wizard was a humbug. Her words. He did not have the abilities and training needed to get her home. They finally found a solution. It was ruby slippers. That is a modern-day fairy tale.

For most of us, there is not a simple trick to correcting our health. It may be more than an hour’s trek through a scary wood. We may spend months or years seeing the same or different doctor many times. My heart condition must be monitored at least once a year.  My diabetes requires more frequent checkups. Now I must have an annual examination to satisfy the Medicare folks.

What about the humbugs or quacks that we may encounter. Before you make an appointment, answer the questions that the scheduler asks. Be as specific as you can. Do not go to an ophthalmologist if your toe is hurting.

Have you heard about the man who had gone to five different doctors and decided to try one more? The physician asked, “What is the problem?” He explained, “When I touch my nose it hurts. It hurts when I touch my ear, and when I touch my foot it hurts.” The doctor’s reply was “That’s an easy one.” The astounded patient responds, “Easy, five other doctors said I was a hypochondriac.” His new doctor simply tells him, “Your finger is broken.”

©Copyright 2024 by Charles Kensinger

I did what was best

The response to this statement on a recent TV show was, “Best for who?” If anyone has ever used the above phrase, did you think or respond with the idea of “best for whom?” That was what the other character said in this case.

As a writer, I often examine words to determine what I want them to mean to my reader. I also attempt to ensure that you know what I mean. Have you ever read the poem “Jabberwocky?” If not, go to this link and read it now. Go ahead; I will wait.

As you see, this poem makes no sense. The author has made up words and is not trying to make you understand anything. He wants you to realize that it is nonsensical. Many people, especially politicians and salesmen, do this as well. I want you to ask the next person what a word means if you do not understand what they are trying to say.

Communication fails when the listener is unsure of what has been said. Often, when someone says, “I did what was best,” they leave out the last part, which is “for me.”

I also have a difficult time when someone says, “Don’t you believe me?” My response is often, “Which part?” They may have given me a few reasons or excuses for their behavior, and I cannot determine if any are believable. This also applies to political ads. Often, crucial parts of opponents’ statements are not shared with viewers.

Returning to what is best, let’s look at the three words, good, better, and best. We think these make perfect sense until we ask the question, “for whom.” This trio may be dependent upon personal opinion. You know what they say about opinions. Everyone has one.

We are currently amid political campaigning for a lot of things and people. In Missouri where I live, we will be deciding whether we want sports gambling to be legal. Those who have put it on the ballot are telling us that it will be great for the economy. They mean it will be great for the people who run the wagering. Everyone knows that there will be more losers than winners.

I am not a gambler. I buy the occasional lottery ticket to see when God is ready to give me millions of dollars. He has not, yet. I know people whose lives have been destroyed by a gambling addiction they could not control. This happened with most gambling being illegal in our state.

Abortion rights are also on our ballot in November. I have not read the wording of this question. My right-to-life friends say I should not approve it. Those I know that believe in a woman’s right to choose, hope I say yes. My problem is I am both pro-choice and pro-life.

I believe a baby has a right to be born if it is viable. That means that the life of the mother and the child must be considered. If the baby being born endangers the mother’s life, that decision must be made by her, her husband, and their doctor. When the father is not in the picture he has no say. All these topics must be dealt with in the bill, or I will vote against it.

I want to do what is best, not just for me, but for as many people as I can. That is where good, better, and best come in. One way is good for some. Another opinion is better for others. Which is the best for most of us. I hope we all choose the correct answer. It is more important than any test from school.

©Copyright 2024 by Charles Kensinger

Jesus took your place

The man Jesus of Nazareth lived in what we call the first century A.D. If you do not believe this, research the writings from that time. More references to him exist than for other historical figures. If He never existed, why was the calendar changed?

Most of the Jews did not believe that He was the Christ. That was part of the plan. He had to be rejected and executed on a cross. Many of the predictions that he fulfilled were not even recognized as messianic prophecies until they happened to this poor carpenter. One was His death.

If you have accepted Him as your Lord and Savior, you are one of those that He died for. The first was a man named Bar-Abbas. You may have read his name as Barabbas. Most do not know that he was an insurrectionist that was scheduled to be crucified with two of his followers.

They are referred to as thieves. The Romans did not execute robbers by this method. Crucifixion was designed for those who tried to thwart the will of the Roman Emperor. Bar- Abbas was an insurrectionist. The two men that died with Jesus were probably the only two of his men who were not killed or did not escape.

This period is immediately following what is known as the Maccabean era in Jewish history. The Maccabees were a family that ruled Judea shortly before the Romans invaded and began to control most of the known world. Prophets had predicted this Messiah for centuries.

Scriptures tell us that the Messiah would come to set the Jews free. What happened was that He came to die for the sins of the entire world. Jehovah knew what we needed, not what one country wanted. Forgiveness for all humanity trumps temporary freedom for a nation that thought they were better than everyone else.

Christ is not His last name. It is the Greek translation for Messiah. The Christ was sent from God to complete what had been started by Moses. The law could not save us. Someone had to die for us and return from the dead. That is why He came.

We could never please the Father by ourselves. We have all sinned and fallen short. None of us is righteous. Not even one. You will be given the grace of God, if you accept the gift that He came to give all of us. He took my place and yours. Have you accepted Him as your Lord and Savior?

©Copyright 2024 by Charles Kensinger

Are you a DD?

For years now I have volunteered my services as a designated driver. The reason I have done this is not because I limit my drinking when I go to bars or clubs. I am seldom at venues where beverage alcohol is served. I do not drink. When I was at business meetings, dinners, or gatherings with friends I was available to provide a safe ride home.

My first contact with overdrinking was at a business event offered by a company where I had just become their purchasing agent. There was an open bar for the customers that were invited. A man who worked for a company we did business with was inebriated. His coworkers and the people who knew him tried to convince him to let them drive him home. He refused.

He staggered to his car and attempted to unlock his car. The keys dropped to the ground. As he tried to find them, one of his friends helped direct him to the passenger door. He was so out of it that they retrieved his keys and helped him home without incident.

A few years later a friend and I were driving down a road when a car pulled out in front of us and ran a red light in front of us. They hit a small truck and flipped it on its side. The two men in it were fortunately both securely belted in. The driver of the car staggered away and was stopped by other witnesses. He had three prior DUIs and a revoked driver’s license but was allowed to plead guilty and enter a treatment program. He did not complete this treatment and was arrested again for the same problem.

Over the last forty years, I have heard of numerous occasions where this happened. I have heard coworkers talking about near misses while driving home from bars or parties. One of my friends was killed by a drunk driver. I do my best to try to help others get home safely.

Again, and again drunks kill people and politicians refuse to face the problem. Time after time legislators and other politicians have been stopped for DUIs. I am not mentioning the children and family members of these public officials who have also been arrested for these same offenses.

I have determined that drunks, their families, and friends should not be elected to political offices. When I consider a candidate for any office I check to see if they or anyone connected with them has ever been arrested for drug or alcohol charges. I seem to be one of the few who care about this.

Too many children, moms, and dads have died. Not enough drunks are taken off the roads. Judges let them out too soon. The offenders continue to drive without a legal right to be behind the wheel. I know some of you think that this is a minor problem. That makes you a major part of this situation.

If you have never done it, begin to help others who drink more than they should to stay out from behind the wheel. I don’t go to bars. If you do, cut down on what you consume, look for a designated driver, be one yourself, or call someone to get you home. The season for excessive partying is closing in on us. Don’t be part of those statistics. I want to see you next year.

©Copyright 2024 by Charles Kensinger

I am not a brand

Ford Motor Company is a brand. G.E., Hunts, Nike, Swanson, and some ninety million others already exist. I do not need to try to make myself a brand. I am an author and a servant. I created a logo for this page. I want to write. I want you to be able to read what I produce. I don’t care if I make money or become a household word.

I am motivated by expressing my thoughts. My high school journalism teacher taught me to write an article and let it sit for a while. She did not want me expressing anger or hatred in my columns. I must let those emotions flow. No one wants to hear them. No one cares.

People are dying of drug overdoses. Who cares. Some kill because their anger takes away the reason that God gave them. I get angry, too. I want to kill the predators that attack others. I am tired of judges letting criminals out of prison because the jails are overflowing. Empty the jails by executing the murderers and rapists. They don’t deserve to continue breathing.

We let a presidential candidate call other people names. He’s angry because he lost the last election. He has lost his mind. Someone tried to kill him. He wants revenge. He wants to show the world how wonderful he is. He is just a scared angry man. Like me.

Some of you want to put him back into the most powerful office in this country. What are you thinking? Tomorrow I will delete these rantings because right now I am angry. No one cares. You are all asleep in your beds. The world is crashing around us, and you don’t care.

I can’t sleep because I am scared and tired. Life gets the better of me. I know you feel the same way at times. We need to work with each other for our own sanity. Talk me down off this ledge. Give me a reason to try again. I want you to have a purpose in life. I want you to know why God put you where you are.

I am trying to decide every day why I have lived all these years. No one seems to acknowledge that I exist. Articles tell me I need to promote my brand. I am not a brand.

I am a thinking, feeling, and caring individual. I don’t need millions of dollars to make me better than you. I don’t want to be president so you will listen to my crazy ramblings. We vote people into offices because they are as demented as the rest of us at times. They don’t know any more than we do about how to control our own minds.

What am I doing about it? I will wake up in the morning. Begin my day. Publish this column and let you see that I am as conflicted and crazy as you are. I hope that you see yourself in this and realize that you are not a brand, and you don’t want to be. We all need someone to talk us off the ledge. We need to help each other make it one more day.

©Copyright 2024 by Charles Kensinger

Feel Good Ads

I’ve written about commercials that I find stupid or offensive. I would like to tell you about some of my favorites that promote happiness and health. Have you seen the Jardiance spots that promote this diabetes medication? They are an old-style musical song and dance production. If you don’t like musicals, you will not enjoy them.

Another good one is the Make-A-Wish advertisement with the little girl roping and pulling a star. She takes it to a window in a hospital room. She wants the star to grant the wish for another kid who needs hope and encouragement.

One thing that makes me feel good is music. I like a good advertising jingle or an old familiar song used in a new way. I am not talking about the mattress commercial that uses three words “all night long” from a song. I mean the songs that I grew up with. If an ad uses music from the sixties or seventies, it gets my attention.

That is what they are trying to do. Get our attention. Sell their products. We have a free economy. You can sell someone a rock and call it a pet. You can make a doll, give it a name and a birth certificate, and sell it for ten times what it costs to make. Don’t sell people stock certificates to a company that doesn’t exist. You might go to jail for that.

Advertising and propaganda are the same thing. Advertising is good. Propaganda is bad. They attempt to do the same things. Convince you that you need something they have. Propaganda sells ideologies. Advertising sells products.

Political commercials are propaganda. They want you to believe the half-truths and misinformation that they spread. That guy is a communist. He voted for higher taxes. No one wants higher taxes. We all hate commies, or is it anarchists this week? Put an old song in the background and we might listen to your commercial.

I need another song. I need to stop writing about what some commercials want me to believe and just relax and listen to the Beach Boys, Elvis, or the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band. I think I need a new mattress. All night long.

©Copyright 2024 by Charles Kensinger

Pride before the fall

What does it mean when someone says, “Pride goes before a fall?” You may have heard it in a movie or TV show. Some of you may think that it is in the Bible. Warnings against pride fill the scriptures but these are not words that appear there.

Pride is the emotion that makes us think that we are better than others. Pride lifts us up above who we really are. Belittling others is one of those things that does not make you better. It makes you less.

Jesus told us to take the lower place at feasts. Let others move us to a better seat. We need to humble ourselves. When we think of those around us as being equal or better than us, we become a friend, a loving companion, and a confidant. When we think we are better than others, we become a bully, a braggart, a loud mouth.

Jesus told a story of two men who were praying. One was a Jewish leader, the other a tax collector. The Pharisee thanked Jehovah that he wasn’t a sinner like the other guy. The IRS man fell on his face and asked for forgiveness. Jesus said the second man was the one who was justified by his prayer.

Another problem that came up for Christ was the hypocrisy of those who rejected Him. They wanted a sign from Him to prove He was sent by God. Healing people by His touch, raising the dead, and walking on water, was not enough for them. Satan wanted Him to turn stones into bread or jump off the temple roof. He refused to perform stunts for the entertainment of the crowd.

The Sanhedrin expected to become the rulers when Messiah drove the Romans out. That was not what the prophecy said. That was the second step of the process. We need to follow the steps in our lives. One at a time. Lose the things that clutter our time and keep moving.

We all know someone who is puffed up with themselves. We see this in businesspeople and politicians of all parties. A bully is someone trying to prove he is smarter, richer, or stronger than you. They use names, insults, or physical violence to make us think they are better than we are.

A lot of people have fallen because of their pride. The saddest scenario is when they continue failing repeatedly without learning this time-worn saying. Success is not measured by making money, building structures, or winning elections. Others will support you when you treat them kindly. A loser does not know that he can gain the whole world and lose his soul. Jesus said that, too.

©Copyright 2024 by Charles Kensinger

Technology is ahead of the law

I heard this statement on the news tonight in a story about information that our smart vehicles are collecting about us. This data can be obtained by law enforcement agencies with a subpoena. It also may be sold by those who collect it. That may be the car company or a third party.

I had not thought about this. Your location at any time, calls you make including recordings, or even conversations in your vehicle are some of the things that you don’t know others have access to.

My wife and I have commented about product ads that we discussed popping up on Google. We have smart TVs and a smart vehicle. Where else may we be that someone is listening in or watching us. We do not have the devices many use to play music or answer questions on command.

The statement “technology is ahead of the law” did not surprise me. I have known it for years. Every new technological breakthrough has been used in ways that the government eventually restricts.

Manufacturers have been forced to make workplaces safer. Children have been taken out of the U.S. workforce many years ago. The Occupational Safety and Health Administration was created to protect workers years after manufacturers failed to provide safe working conditions.

When telegraphs, railroads, automobiles, airplanes, and many other devices became widespread it took years for laws to be ratified controlling their use to protect the public. We still have problems with internet companies and Congress can’t seem to decide on what needs to be done.

If you are under thirty years old, you probably haven’t seen this fact of life. The government is always behind on everything. They promise us everything when they are campaigning and after forty or fifty years in office they retire and have not fulfilled half of their promises.

The talking head who made this statement must not have much experience. He probably still believes in the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, and Santa Claus. We need to realize that Big Brother is not just a reality TV show. We are being watched and listened to when we don’t expect it. That is today’s reality. Welcome to the future.

Copyright 2024 by Charles (Chuck) Kensinger

Commercials # Two

These ads are insulting.

I watch commercials. I am a fan. Not all advertising meets my criteria. I am critical of those copywriters that make fun of us. The ads running with the councilor that are helping young homeowners not become their parents are especially offensive.

Two of our three daughters and their husbands own their homes. The finance company is also a shareholder. They are not becoming us. They all have some similarities to us and our in-laws. They are their own individuals. However, I shave my father in the mirror most days. On other days, I do not shave.

My children’s parents do not post pictures of meals and parties. Some of them and their children do. My life is not boring. If it was, you would not be reading my columns and books. I rest my case and my backside.

I am friendly, even on elevators. I also have bad jokes. At least my kids and grandkids say they are bad. I do not understand why they use my material if it is not worth laughing at. Some of them have been handed down for generations.

Then there is the TV commercial about the in-house composter. I recycle a lot of things. I follow the adage “reduce, reuse, recycle.” However, I believe that composting is best done in the ground. I have buried the leaves and food waste for many years. My garden beds are raised. That makes it easy to recycle food and yard waste. I no longer dig 3x3x6 foot trenches in my garden. It was an effective visual for the young men who wanted to date my daughters. 

All the insurance commercials drive me up the wall. While sitting on the ceiling I compare Flo, Evie, the Allstate guy, the cartoon general, the toucan, and all the other spokespeople. You can insure your car, life, health, pets, and all your expensive toys.

There is even insurance that is represented as a warranty. Everything stops working at some point. Pay a monthly fee and someone else will pay some of the repair expenses. Be sure to read the fine print. What they tell you in the commercial is not what you thought you heard. Listen for “starting at,” “beginning with,” “from,” and all those other words that require thousands of words to cover their rears.

The ads for the portable fire pits that show their product in many settings with different folks around them are some of the best I have seen. They are simple and understated. The main purpose of advertising is to make you remember their name. I remember some of the company’s names, which I have shared here. There are those that I couldn’t give you even if I wanted to.

What are your favorite commercials and why? You may not see many except for the ones that pop up on your phone or streaming service. Mostly those are short and sweet which is what makes the best advertising. If there is small print on the screen or *, &, #, or other non-verbal communication do not agree to anything before you read everything. Happy hunting.

Copyright 2024 by Charles (Chuck) Kensinger