No Tipping Down Under!

Today’s tip … head down under for a holiday!

This is a departure from my usual subject matter, but I’m just back from a fantastic holiday in Brisbane, Australia. It was great because of the people I got to share the adventure with. And because Brisbane is such an amazing place. This city delivered lots of surprises. One such surprise was the most amazing transit system. Those Brisbane City Cats & Kitty Cats that zip up & down the meandering Brisbane River are an unbelievable treat. And you can go anywhere in southeast Queensland for 50 cents! Hey, I’m frugal, what can I say! That 50c fare had me smiling every time I tapped onto a bus, train, or river boat! And, for a change, I was not the designated holiday driver. I got to be a real tourist this trip! LOL

There was one other enjoyable thing that I didn’t even realise had any significance ’til I got back home. This was something simple. A thing that added a little extra joy to every dining experience down under. There is no tipping there!

I grew up in a country that only hinted at the occasional requirement for a small, token tip. And even that would require some very exceptional service. And maybe slight inebriation on the part of the tipper! For me, tipping was not the norm way back then. It was a bit of a culture shock when I first came to Canada. But after decades of living here, I am totally conditioned to providing the obligatory tip. Even when the food or service is pretty awful. In Australia, tipping is not the norm. And I think the Aussies might have it right!

For starters, the minimum wage in Oz is over $24 an hour. Servers get paid a reasonable wage, without having to generate some high-energy Hollywood charm to “earn” a decent tip. The Aussie system might be especially appreciated by servers who provide great service on days when the chef is having an off-day. Their paycheque is not negatively impacted by someone else screwing things up! Whilst there, I spoke with some people who have had experience in the service industry in both Canada & down under. While it’s too small a sample group to be of any value to make generalisations, they were unanimous in their preference for the Australian way of doing things. Especially the higher basic wage.

As a consumer, I learned something new about all this too. I had no idea there was so much subliminal stress involved in eating out in North America! I’m calling it subliminal because, day to day, I didn’t even notice it. Until I was subjected to the tip-free process down under. When it comes to paying the bill, you don’t even need to do any math in Oz. There are no tip calculations to consider!
My first meal out in Australia was a bit of a disaster. Not because of the quality of the meal, that was great. But because I was trying to tip a confused server. The machine didn’t prompt me for a tip & I had no idea how to handle that! 😜
I finally managed to get the tip into the machine, but I never mention tipping again for the rest of my stay.

Not having to tip means no there is no weighing up whether service was good or bad. If it was terrible, sure, you might complain. If it was amazing, you might flag the server’s efforts to the manager. But if it falls into that very broad band of acceptability, you just enjoy the parting exchange with another human being. The slightly horrible process of one human being sitting in judgement of another, while the amount of the tip is considered, is eliminated. And how about those times when the service is good, but the food is terrible? Should we reduce the tip? That’s punishing the server for the quality of the food & that wasn’t their responsibility. No fair, eh? In Australia, all that goes away.

The machines don’t arrive with the suggestion that tipping starts at 15% either! Wasn’t 10% a good tip way back when I first came to Canada? In Oz, they just show the final amount that you see on your bill. And this is for a dining in experience. Not having a tip suggested at a take-away (take-out!) counter was even better! And I never found myself having to supress a surge of anger towards any machine having the audacity to suggest that 20% was just a mediocre starting tip! All in all, finishing up the dining experience & paying for a meal is just a slightly nicer & better experience in Australia, compared to here.

While the consumer (me!) certainly benefits from the Aussie system, it feels like the bigger advantage of their non-tipping culture might be for the service staff. For starters, they are paid a decent wage. Canadian minimum wage levels are lower than the Australian rates. Canada doesn’t have any of the super-low hourly rates that apply to servers in some US states, but wages are still lower here than in Australia. Potentially, at the end of every meal, there are some slightly judgemental things that surround the whole tipping culture in North America. It may be subtle & almost insignificant, but they are there nonetheless. With worse potential for abuse are things like the tip-out practice. This requires servers to share their tips with other members of staff. So the chef that did a lousy job preparing the food still gets a cut of the tip from the server who provided great service. Even when the poor quality of the chef’s work triggered a tip reduction. In some places, I’m told the tip-out is calculated on the amount of the table bill. Even when the server gets no tip! So a server who provides great service, but delivers poorly prepared food might get no tip. And they have to pay a tip-out fee to the chef or other staff members who may have done the lousy job that encouraged the customer not to tip. Is this for real? The server could actually be financially penalised for the poor quality of someone else’s work!?! This feels like a really bad system to me. Dining out is supposed to be a pleasant & relaxing experience. Thinking about all this stuff is anything but! I really don’t know how the average server in Canada feels about all this, but I really enjoyed the Aussie experience as a consumer. And Aussie service staff seem to like it too.

I’m not sure if we can change anything for the better up here, but if there are there any Canadian restaurants that are boosting pay & prohibiting tipping, please let me know where. I’d certainly be willing to pay a little more to dine in that kind of environment. Assuming the chef wasn’t screwing up the food every time! LOL

It’ll be back to boring investing type stuff next time but, despite the horrendously long journey & the awful jet lag, I highly recommend a visit to Brisbane. It is a wonderful city, in an amazing country, with really nice people, & great weather. While I would probably try to avoid the heat of the Queensland summer (🄵), it’s definitely a worthwhile bucket-list destination & experience at other times of the year!

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Important – this is not investing, tax or legal advice, it is for entertainment & conversation-provoking purposes only. Data may not be accurate. Check the current & historical data carefully at any company’s or provider’s website, particularly where a specific product, stock or fund is mentioned. Opinions are my own & I regularly get things wrong, so do your own due diligence & seek professional advice before investing your money.

Gifts for Dieters

Gifts for Dieters

Instant Pot Chicken Curry

First Pass with the Instant Pot

Many years ago, I took part in a diet contest. In fact I organised it. A group of folk got together to lose some weight, and we asked our family and friends to sponsor our losses with their hard-earned cash. The proceeds went towards a local hospital that was trying to finance a piece of new equipment. The first place prize, for the person who lost the most weight, was … wait for it … a food processor!

As a habitual, long-term dieter, that’s my kind of prize. Something to do with food. Things haven’t changed much, I’m still dieting. And I wanted an Instant Pot for Christmas this year.

Santa Claus delivered … Woohoo!

I carefully read the manuals, triple checked some recipes, and I read the manuals one more time before embarking on my first Instant Pot meal. NOT! What I actually did was wing it. After spending about two minutes flipping through the user manual and the recipe book.

There was a family pack of chicken breasts in the fridge that needed to be used so chicken curry immediately came to mind. It was a hodge-podge of whatever was available after that. Potatoes, onions, and a bag of frozen peas, along with a couple of large cans of diced tomatoes for the sauce. And a cup or two of heavy cream, of course. I did a pot of rice for the normal sized people that surround me. But then I had some of that too!

I had hardly started to cook when the “Burn” message came up on the screen. I pushed a bunch of buttons, turning the thing on and off several times in the process. I pried the hissing lid off once or twice, and stirred things around to see what I could see. Eventually some kind of cooking operation went ahead. I really will have to go back and read some more of that manual, won’t I! Despite my best efforts to defeat the thing, when I finally opened the Pot, the chicken was falling-apart tender. From a culinary perspective, the end result was at least good, if not great. But considering it was my first attempt, I’m cautiously optimistic about bending this thing to my culinary will with a little more practice. The great things I see so far are the ease of use, and how quick and easy it is for clean-up. It also makes it very easy to choose real, whole-food ingredients. And that alone is a good thing.

I’m looking forward to exploring this little cooker more. It makes a surprisingly large amount of food. And it’s right in the wheelhouse of my lazy philosophy of one-pot or one-pan cooking. Only without the splatter! I’ll update my progress with this thing along the way, I’m really hoping it makes it onto my top three small appliances list.

But what is it about dieting that has me looking at food-related things for gifts? Ah well, it’s better than looking at recipe books all the time, isn’t it!

Actually, now that I think on that, I have spent just about zero time looking at cookery books, or online recipes, during the course of this diet.

I had to read that last line again myself. There may well be something very important about that!

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas!Merry Christmas 2018

Not everyone celebrates Christmas but that shouldn’t stop us sharing the spirit of joy, giving, and celebration together. Of course, it can be a time of great challenge for those of us trying to lose weight! My diet has been terrible this month and I’ve written a letter to Santa Claus, asking for some magic diet dust to help me out as the year winds down. I haven’t checked under the tree yet but, fingers crossed, he has delivered.

I have very few excuses left for my lack of adherence over the course of this month. We have working appliances now so I can cook real food again. Yet I still find myself gravitating towards all the bad stuff. Cookies and dessert seem so much easier to grab as I pass through the kitchen. It’s time I gave myself a Christmas gift and went back to eating more whole, real food again.

I have learned one thing during the month though. And this isn’t the first time I’ve learned this particular lesson.

The longer you continue to eat poorly … the more difficult it is to stop.

Of course, I knew this already. It’s not like like this is a new “light bulb” moment or anything. I just didn’t want to say it out loud. Why I’m saying it out loud on Christmas morning is beyond my comprehension. Why couldn’t I have waited ’til after the Christmas dinner? And dessert!

The other big lesson I’ve learned over the past couple of months is one on the value of writing a daily entry in my journal. It doesn’t have to be a daily essay. Even a short entry, done each day, is a mental reset that can help steer a better dietary course. I have been very erratic in my journalling over the past six or eight weeks, to my detriment.

I think I’ll enjoy my Christmas dinner today. And I will have dessert. I may even behave badly on the following day. But I think I’ll make an extra effort to journal about it too. If you haven’t tried journalling before, give it a shot. I’m not talking about a detailed food journal, or anything like that. Just a little rĆ©sumé of each day’s trials and tribulations can often provide a stabilizing influence that is quite remarkable. And it’s a great place to vent a little too!

Whatever the light that lights your way, I hope it shines brighter on this Christmas Day for you.

Merry Christmas!

Madama Butterfly & Weight-loss

Madama Butterfly & Weight-loss
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I have no idea why, but I’m suddenly overcome with the desire to see an opera. It’s not like I’m an opera buff, not even close. I’m more an occasional top twenty opera fan guy. Nor do I really know anything about opera, I’ve only ever been to one performance in my life, Madama Butterfly. My eyes are filling up just remembering it! I didn’t even understand the words but it was so moving that I couldn’t help it. Naturally, at the time, I totally denied suffering such an emotional response … but I did.

I’m constantly amazed by the emotions that come with listening to opera. Un Bel Di Vedremo makes me tear up. Carmina Burana makes the hair on the back of my neck rise, every time. Nessun Dorma does both. I loveĀ Vesti La Giubba & Habanera, & so many more. This stuff has the power to move. It doesn’t matter if the music & words are of today, or yesterday. It doesn’t matter the language. It’s just wonderful to be moved.

Now that I’ve mentioned Habanera, it reminds me of the hotĀ habaƱeros that are growing on my back deck. And that this is a diet & weight loss blog!

Yesterday was a one of those over-the-top all-you-can-eat days. I’m not sure I meant it to be at the start of the day but I know that I’d switched gears by lunchtime. Today should probably be a fast day. Or at least a partial fast day? Oh, I just can’t make up my mind, I’m off to blubber in the corner for a bit, while I decide!

Maybe I’ll listen to some opera today. It has the power to generate a different body chemistry. And it might be one that can overcome other temptations!

Bucket of Spuds!

Bucket of Spuds!Bucket of Potatoes

I had intended to leave potatoes alone for a while but I’ve been shamed into doing one more post for now. I was chatting with someone who follows these posts during the week, & I was accused of not being real! I kept talking about my “bucket” but I’d never shown it. So here it is. I hope I’m now absolved!

I do like to eat a lot. And while they are probably not the best food for my glucose response, nor for my insulin response, potatoes are a great way to get stuffed! The pic shows a predominantly potato “dish” that is flavoured by one medium red onion, one medium yellow onion, some sliced jalapeƱo, & about 4 or 5 cloves of garlic. All fried in olive oil. I later added a big dollop of my favouriteĀ jalapeƱo lime aoili. Which is store bought & probably not the best thing I could do. I’ll have to check up on some recipes for doing my own.

Every now & again, I want to feel like I gorged. And I want that feeling to last ’til bedtime. Though there’s always room for dessert, of course. You know you’ve done it right when you come awake in the middle of the night & you still feel stuffed! I could have used cabbage, cauliflower & a host of other veggies, all with a lower glycemic load, & lower on the insulin index, but sometimes … only a bucket of spuds will do it. And doing that, without doing too much damage to the weight loss goal, sometimes makes potatoes a pretty good choice. Though you can get a decent result mixing other veggies with the potatoes too.

Generally, I mostly like my food to look good. Presentation is important. You need to satisfy the eye as much as the stomach. So a little sprig of herbs to finish off the look, even when I’m eating alone, is worth the effort. Spuds seem to just look right all on their own though. And in a bucket!

I should have put something in the pic for perspective but the bucket measuresĀ 6Ā¾ā€ across by 3Ā¾ā€ tall.

Now, whenever I refer to the “bucket”. This is it!