| Feb. 27th, 2009 @ 02:11 pm miscellaneous updates |
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So I'm teaching this massive conflict resolution course. I started out with four very serious, very studious people. I am down to one student. Everyone who came the first day keeps saying they'll be back, but we're in week 3 now, so whatever. The last woman standing, T, has been amazing, and this is...it's hard to explain, but this is one of those times when you can honestly say "if I reach JUST this one person, all this will have been worth it."
So today, kind of in celebration, I bought sushi at the grocery store. I've done this once before (it happened to be at Escapade, at Trader Joe's), and this is...not so great. It's as close to bad as I can stand and still put it in my mouth -- BUT. It kept me from buying the big, fat hamburger I actually wanted, so I'm happy about that.
I also bought spring roll skins. Our noodle house here has awesome spring rolls, and I want to try to duplicate that. I even found the dipping sauce.
Next week is spring break. Also next week, I am going to go on Alli. It will mean a massive paradigm change, but I need that. I'm not going to refit my wardrobe up another size; I'm just not. So sushi and spring rolls are okay, right? I am also altering (gasp! awe! shock!) The Fried Chicken Recipe by a) not frying it in flour and oil but baking it in panko breadcrumbs, and b) using chicken breast instead of skin-laden dark meat. This is either an awesome idea or I will hate it, so more to come on that, probably tonight. I just can't go on this diet ride alone; everyone has to come with me. I mean, the kids can still have their Peanut Butter Crunch and stuff, but I'm not making separate dinners.
When I was standing at the olive bar scooping those lovely sweet red peppers into a bin, a very adorable woman came up to me (I want to say she was about 80, so fill in the white hair and the perfectly-coordinated big-shouldered lounge sweats and the high, creaky voice yourself, and I say that with all love and adoration because I really wanted to take this woman out for coffee the second she spoke to me) and said "Well honey, I have wanted to try those forever, are they good?" And I gushed for a while about how I can eat them like candy and no, they're not too spicy and yes, they're a hit as appetizers, etc.. She said, "I am gonna get me some'a those, then, I'm having -- well, look in the basket, I'm gonna make a pot roast. For company. And banana pudding, and deviled eggs, and I just wonder -- you know, I bet the ladies would like these, where's that little --?" and I handed her the small bin and showed her how you have to mash the lid on really hard. And then she said "Well I'mma try these, and I will surely think of you--" and she did this odd little double-take as if seeing me for the first time (and maybe she was; she'd been facing the olives while we spoke, not really facing me) and said abruptly, "Well aren't you pretty!" Stunned, I thanked her, and she said "Well my goodness, I just never -- you should wear that color all the time, it just suits you so well." Green and purple -- I told her yes, as a matter of fact, I do wear it all the time, and thanked her again.
All of this made me feel wonderful because I am of the retailing school of thought which states that if one person says it, between six and nine other people are thinking it. So *beams*
and now, omFuck, I have just nuked my sinuses in a fit of wasabi overload. *pants* |
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