It started three days ago. Hours of rinsing, peeling, slicing. Eggplants. Come to think of it, I don't even like eggplants. A bit late now.
Then came the eggplant press. The idea was to squish out any remaining water from the vegetables. The recipe wasn't specific about anything other than weight. So, half a dozen sliced-up eggplants went into a strainer, with a small plate on top as a cap, and then every dish I owned was piled on top of it. It came up and out of the kitchen sink, like some strange gastronomical Dr. Seuss contraption. A "Smashy-fudd." Suess-esque? Would I, could I, in my kitchen? I did, I did, Sam I Am!!
A day later I saw the tower and rememebered it wasn't the usual stack of dirty dishes. These were clean dishes that could actually be used! The day after that, I remembered there were eggplants underneath it all, and set about plying them out. Thoroughly dry eggplants. Mission accomplished!
Monday, October 20, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Blogging, take one!
Ahem.
Welcome to my very first blog.
I ended up here somewhat accidentally...following a string of connections from my friend, Kady, who'd set up a blog for her South African adventure! And since I've been wanting to start a blog for some time, well, I guess this is just perfect.
I will begin with a brief description of me and my life.
I currently reside in Minnesota, where I was born and raised. I am thirty years old (maybe) and was married just a few months ago. My husband's name is Andrew, and we have a cat named Willow.
We live in a loft in the Warehouse District of Minneapolis. It's very close to the River, so I like to rollerblade in the mornings. It's getting a bit cold for that now. Andrew recently started a job in Eden Prairie, which is a shame because the commute sucks! But, work is work, and in this economic state of things I guess you take what you can get.
It's really all just temporary anyway, isn't it? Sometimes I think back on all the things I've felt strongly about in the past: jobs, apartments, ex-boyfriends....and I realise: "Hey, they didn't really matter much at all!" Except, of course, that it does something to shape your path. If I'd chosen a different profession or a different neighborhood, things would not have played out the way they have and my life would be something other than what it is now. Or would it?
Sometimes I think it's a shame that alternate universes don't exist. Even if I couldn't hop from one life to another, if I could just poke my head in once in a while and watch them play out, respectively...I really think it might help. It seems to me that you spend your first 40 years figuring out who you are and what's best for you, and then the next 40 years figuring out how to remedy all the choices you made in the first 40 years that weren't in accord with your nature, prior to your knowing who you are and what's best for you.
Thought of the day.
Welcome to my very first blog.
I ended up here somewhat accidentally...following a string of connections from my friend, Kady, who'd set up a blog for her South African adventure! And since I've been wanting to start a blog for some time, well, I guess this is just perfect.
I will begin with a brief description of me and my life.
I currently reside in Minnesota, where I was born and raised. I am thirty years old (maybe) and was married just a few months ago. My husband's name is Andrew, and we have a cat named Willow.
We live in a loft in the Warehouse District of Minneapolis. It's very close to the River, so I like to rollerblade in the mornings. It's getting a bit cold for that now. Andrew recently started a job in Eden Prairie, which is a shame because the commute sucks! But, work is work, and in this economic state of things I guess you take what you can get.
It's really all just temporary anyway, isn't it? Sometimes I think back on all the things I've felt strongly about in the past: jobs, apartments, ex-boyfriends....and I realise: "Hey, they didn't really matter much at all!" Except, of course, that it does something to shape your path. If I'd chosen a different profession or a different neighborhood, things would not have played out the way they have and my life would be something other than what it is now. Or would it?
Sometimes I think it's a shame that alternate universes don't exist. Even if I couldn't hop from one life to another, if I could just poke my head in once in a while and watch them play out, respectively...I really think it might help. It seems to me that you spend your first 40 years figuring out who you are and what's best for you, and then the next 40 years figuring out how to remedy all the choices you made in the first 40 years that weren't in accord with your nature, prior to your knowing who you are and what's best for you.
Thought of the day.
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