fingerlings
Wow, I kept putting off starting my draft of this email because . . . I kept doing work instead! Don't tell anyone.
Yesterday I helped Shobhit make a potato stir fry dinner, using a bunch of fingerling potatoes and tomatoes he harvested out of his p-patch plot in our condo complex. I have to say, him getting that as a bit of a hobby really has worked out well for him. He loves it and he's generating a good amount of harvest out of most of the stuff he's growing, which also includes kale, green peppers, ghost peppers, eggplant, strawberries, and a few others I'm sure I am forgetting.
We also chopped up a bunch of other stuff from the crisper drawers in the refrigerator. The cooking process took quite a while—lots of chopping in particular. But, he also dumped everything into a pot and the moisture released from things like tomatoes and eggplant created a kind of juice that kept it from being really "stir fried." So, in sort of sections, he then took it out and re-fried it in a pan until the juice was all gone, then put that into a casserole dish. There was so much of it in the end that we offered some to Ivan and so it was also what Ivan had for dinner; Ivan got a break from having to make his own dinner last night.
Oh, I also added two bags of veggie chicken pieces that I've had as samples from work for several months now. I thought it added a nice touch. Ivan had it as just the stir fry, but Shobhit and I both had fried eggs on top of it, which I mixed in like I like to do with hash browns. That made it pretty fucking delicious.
After that, it yielded another four lunch boxes of leftovers. No eggs in those though. I took a good amount of time to wash all the utensils and pot and pan after that. In the meantime we watched a few episodes of season two of Schitt's Creek on Netflix.
We're having our August "Office Lunch-n-Fun," mostly out on the patio, tomorrow. Kwanteria, our receptionist who is tasked with the organizing and budgeting, decided to come up with some kind of "relay race" for people to participate in. I have a feeling she's short on participants, so today, when through the morning at least, there are very few people in the office, she approached me and asked directly if I would like to do it. Before I could even answer she said, "There's no running!" which cracked me up. Just "some fast walking" and "fun tasks," apparently.
This is a little out of my comfort zone, so at first I resisted. I then said, "...Maybe." She told me I could let her know tomorrow, and walked away.
But, soon afterward, I decided I should just go ahead and humor her; she did ask me personally, after all. Maybe I'd be helping her out? And I'm sure it'll be fine; I don't need to get nervous and self-conscious about this. I emailed her with "All right, fine" in the subject line and told her that if she needs people, I will participate. I also added, however, that I am the walking antithesis of competitive, so if anyone really cares about winning they might be disappointing. She responded, This made my heart smile. Hmm. Well, I do what I can, I guess!
[posted 12:33 pm]