OK, where was I? oh yeah...Sunday. So we did the recycling and the co-op and then came home for a little downtime. Also, we had a fantastic grilled out dinner of smoked beef roast, potatoes with rosemary and garlic and balsamic, grilled yellow squash, and a few exquisite scallops brought to us from Cape May by Kate and Buck. Oh my goodness were they good. There is very little that rebby loves as much as a grilled scallop FROM THE SEA, so it was nice that she could have a little bit of that joy. You can see pics of the whole thing on the ole flickr.
Sunday night we ate our ginger snap peach& blueberry cobbler with organic vanilla ice cream in bed while watching The Princess Bride. It was a lovely end to a lovely weekend.
This week has been all about the caterin, and trying to keep up with an absurdly busy middle of August at the restaurant. What is with 40 person breakfasts, 70 person lunches, and 40 person dinners during the DOG DAYS?!?! I don't get it. Of course, it's great from a business standpoint, but from an Ive got 30 pounds of red beans and rice to make and I'm short a dishwasher standpoint, it's frustrating.
Consequently, I had my first official nervous breakdown in the kitchen, at least for a very long while. I am pretty sure there are some hormonal factors involved as well, but a lot of it was exhaustion and feelings of hopelessness. There I was, weeping hysterically over 12 quarts of white rice. It's funny now (and honestly, it was a little funny then too, though I couldn't stop sobbing) but after everyone was shocked (I'm not typically one to display dramatic emotion at work, you know) and tried to think of ways to help, and after I got a ride home and decided that I wasn't going to clean the kitchen or make the chutney or go out to the rockshow at all, but instead was going to eat roast pork and potato tacos and ice cream with chocolate chips and watch Russell Brand show clips and new wave videos on the couch all night---I felt much better. Today I feel capable again. Huzzah. I slept in until almost 9am and got up and had toast and coffee and ran the dishwasher and collected the laundry. In a few minutes I'll take a trip to TJs for cheese and chorizo and then I'll get crackin on the non-vegetable portions of my paella. It's all gonna be alright. And soon enough, it's all gonna be OVER, and I'll be laying on the grass with Rob Halford towering over me on the video screen. I can't wait.
Sunday night we ate our ginger snap peach& blueberry cobbler with organic vanilla ice cream in bed while watching The Princess Bride. It was a lovely end to a lovely weekend.
This week has been all about the caterin, and trying to keep up with an absurdly busy middle of August at the restaurant. What is with 40 person breakfasts, 70 person lunches, and 40 person dinners during the DOG DAYS?!?! I don't get it. Of course, it's great from a business standpoint, but from an Ive got 30 pounds of red beans and rice to make and I'm short a dishwasher standpoint, it's frustrating.
Consequently, I had my first official nervous breakdown in the kitchen, at least for a very long while. I am pretty sure there are some hormonal factors involved as well, but a lot of it was exhaustion and feelings of hopelessness. There I was, weeping hysterically over 12 quarts of white rice. It's funny now (and honestly, it was a little funny then too, though I couldn't stop sobbing) but after everyone was shocked (I'm not typically one to display dramatic emotion at work, you know) and tried to think of ways to help, and after I got a ride home and decided that I wasn't going to clean the kitchen or make the chutney or go out to the rockshow at all, but instead was going to eat roast pork and potato tacos and ice cream with chocolate chips and watch Russell Brand show clips and new wave videos on the couch all night---I felt much better. Today I feel capable again. Huzzah. I slept in until almost 9am and got up and had toast and coffee and ran the dishwasher and collected the laundry. In a few minutes I'll take a trip to TJs for cheese and chorizo and then I'll get crackin on the non-vegetable portions of my paella. It's all gonna be alright. And soon enough, it's all gonna be OVER, and I'll be laying on the grass with Rob Halford towering over me on the video screen. I can't wait.
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