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Brief and minor update today: my evening last night was largely taken up by taking myself to the 4:05 pm screening of
Ghostlight at Pacific Place, a drama about a grieving family in which the dad randomly joins a community theater troupe. And I
loved it. Solid A. Very likely will be on my top 10 for the year, maybe even top 5. The acting in it was unusually incredible, I felt.
And I cried a lot. I was actually kind of kicking myself in the theater, wiping tears on my sleeves. I should have known to expect this, and gotten napkins from the concessions area on my way in. I need to start thinking about this more as I am headed into movies and it's a drama about something sad. Although it should be noted there's a lot of funny parts in this movie too.
The movie is nearly two hours long, but conveniently as it was such an early showtime, I was home not long after 6:00.
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I waited for a bit before finishing my review, as Shobhit was frying up samosas using the last of the potato filling he made for dinner Friday night. He made fully 18 samosas. I made the decision that we should take 10 of them to Action Movie Night tonight. Shobhit was assuming we'd make pasta as usual, but I said there was no need if we take samosas instead. This is even more the case as he also plans to make "crackers" out of the last of the breading dough, with a tomatillo dip. So technically we'll be bringing two different items to share tonight. No need for pasta at all.
The other eight samosas, I brought in this morning. I had fashioned a list of office coworkers to give them to, and then I had to amend it slightly when I was taking the samosas out of the kitchen oven after reheating them, and Justine happened to come in. "Are those samosas?" she asked with excitement. Oh: I guess I should give one to Justine. I figured I should give one to Tracy too, he being Justine's counterpart over in the Fresh departments (Deli, Meat, Produce).
They happened to be sitting together at a small table in the office kitchen when I was ready to start handing them out, so they got theirs first. When I do this, I tyically put all the samosas stacked onto a plate, each individually wrapped in a paper towel. I have the others to Gabby, Amy, Cathryn, Amanda, Noah, and Marie. I fully intended to give one to Frank, but he missed out by not being in the office today—that was what made it easier to give one to Tracy.
Gabby also happened to come into the kitchen when I was pulling the samosas out of the oven, and she was like, "I won't eat one," clearly thinking she shouldn't just because she already had some from Friday's dinner. Nonsense! "I'm not going to bring samosas to work and not give you one," I said.
Everyone loved them as expected. Amy in our team meeting this morning with Gabby even commented on how nice and hot it was. At first I thought she meant spicy (which they weren't) but she actually meant temperature—because I had just reheated them in the oven. Yeah, as far as I'm concerned that's the only way to do it. Cold samosas are not ideal, and heating them in the microwave just makes them soggy. People really underrate the value of ovens, because they have no patience. If you just plan accordingly, food out of the oven is by far the best, and that includes leftover samosas. (Fresh out of the frying oil is the best, of course, but that is not possible as next-day leftovers.)
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[posted 12:31 pm]
