My feelings about mental health and guns aren’t all that popular, so I avoided an opportunity to express regarding that. It was a quiet weekend around the Harpbin, and back to work today. Not all these photos are from today, but help capture some of the scale I’m working with.
Thorne seats about 600-650. It gets lovely late day sunlight.
I might be making a Moroccan spice blend to marinate chicken (we didn’t have Allspice, I later discovered a stash up in the bakeshop)
I might be halving Kalamata olives, like 6 quarts of them! The container on the right got filled. They were used in a salad (the menu morphed some due to aspects of the two day lockdown, details…)
I might be coring and then making jalapeño rings, like 10 quarts of them! The bucket second from the right is twelve quarts, where the rings accumulated. Slim rings, no a mandolin doesn’t work on fresh jalapeños, one just cores them with a spoon handle and then gets slicing! Folks have noticed my prowess with blades.
I might be making Caesar dressing, yah, a couple gallons of the stuff! It’s a hack recipe, mayonnaise facilities the process. It’s decent, the students devour the stuff, I prefer small batch from scratch.
I might be riding the elevator with three different batches of chicken that need marinade, transfer to different containers, then ride again to work out in the basement meat walk-in until we cook it off for salads.
It’s good to be using my hands, involved in the nutrition of college students, earning my rent and putting away road trip funds. While the world is full of many things, it’s simple things like this that bring me joy, make me feel purposeful!
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