omelette

Hey there - I was sent this email about recipes. It said just to type out the first recipe that came into my head, so that's what I'll do. Whenever I get home from work and I'm just exhausted, and can't bear to do anything special or time consuming, I make myself an omelette. It's hot and filling and yummy and makes you feel good.

So! put some butter (about a single piece of toast amount of butter) in a frying pan on a low heat and then break a couple of eggs in a bowl. I have three, but then I'm getting a bit fat. Your call. beat them together really really well until there's little bubbles on the surface. The butter will have melted now, so put that in as well, and beat is together again. put more butter in the pan - quite a bit more than before - and turn the heat up. put a little bit of salt and quite a bit of pepper in the eggs and mix it well.

When the pan starts to smoke a little bit, but before the butter goes brown, pour in the eggs. It should sizzle in a really pleasing way. After a moment or two you can turn the heat back down again.

At this point, you definitely want to add some stuff - if you have any sour cream or creme fraiche it's totally wonderful. Otherwise a really creamy cheese - even philadelphia - is perfect. With this you might want some chopped spring onions, and maybe some tiny little tomatoes chopped in half. Don't put too much in. The omelette should still be a little runny on the top when the sides are beginning to look done.

As soon as you can without breaking the omelette fold it in half and press it down a little - goo will come out. It's great. Slide it onto a plate with some big hugs of brown bread and a pint glass of tap water, and you're away.

Networking

Dear XXX,
I realise that I'd already agreed to meet XXX this thursday morning for a long RA meeting (splicing together videos of british comedy for her to give as a lecture on a XXX Alums British Isles cruise... enough said). Would next thursday, or any day that week except fri, be any possible? Sorry for this mix-up - I overlooked my meeting withXXX .

XXX had some fascinating things to say about potential hires. I don't know where he gets his information from. How are you doing?

Best
XXX

Conversation #5

I was pleased to see on my lunch break that the particular sandwich I wanted wasn't sold out. An artisanal baguette. Even baking's a cottage industry now. And co-opted. I picked up a blood orange juice and a chocolate brownie and went to pay. Vito was behind the counter.
"Vito. How's it going?"
"How's it going."
"You're well."
"Good, good." (absently, scanning my lunch in.)
"Did you get that feedback yet?"
"..."
"They said they'd send it you. On the website. They'd email you what I told them."
"They said."
"They said they'd let you know what I said about you. I told them how great you are, there's Vito, he's fantastic, they said they'd tell you."
"Oh, they, it's funny, sometimes they let us know, when someone leaves something good, someone says something good, they tell us."
"Yeah."
"Yeah."
"Well, I hope they let you know."
"That's 6.48. You want a coffee?"
".... Yeah, a latte."
"Latte!"
"Thank you."
"Thank you. A latte."
"Thanks."

And out I went.

fajitas

XXX: guac or no guac?
me: dude, I always make my own guac
how's the move?
XXX: blah
almost done...currently in irvine


(btw, i make my own guac too...with lime and cumin!)

me: are you visiting?

Oh!
Lime!
piss!
XXX: haha....
did i hit on a sensitive note? don't forget the cilantro and tomatoes :)
(yep...though currently writing/notwriting my paper)


me: of course not, honestlyno one forgets coriander and tomatoes

but I shouldn't distract
from your paper - I hope it goes really well and that you enjoy your visit!
XXX: coriander?
*grins *
did you say coriander?
me: yup
very definitely so
that's what it's called!
XXX: ....on one island
the rest of the world thinks differently
me: haha
I'm just opposing your linguistic hegemony by promoting marginality. betcha didn't realise that saying coriander was a political act

XXX wait a second
is the BRIT telling me that he's promoting marginality?
me: hahaha ouche
*touche
XXX: :)
me: and also ouch
XXX: ouche. combines both...perfect word for the lazy :)
me: should it be pronounced 'ooshe', as a neither-half-way house?
XXX: oh-shay!

omelette

Hey there - I was sent this email about recipes. It said just to type out the first recipe that came into my head, so that's what I'll do. Whenever I get home from work and I'm just exhausted, and can't bear to do anything special or time consuming, I make myself an omelette. It's hot and filling and yummy and makes you feel good.

So! put some butter (about a single piece of toast amount of butter) in a frying pan on a low heat and then break a couple of eggs in a bowl. I have three, but then I'm getting a bit fat. Your call. beat them together really really well until there's little bubbles on the surface. The butter will have melted now, so put that in as well, and beat is together again. put more butter in the pan - quite a bit more than before - and turn the heat up. put a little bit of salt and quite a bit of pepper in the eggs and mix it well.

When the pan starts to smoke a little bit, but before the butter goes brown, pour in the eggs. It should sizzle in a really pleasing way. After a moment or two you can turn the heat back down again.

At this point, you definitely want to add some stuff - if you have any sour cream or creme fraiche it's totally wonderful. Otherwise a really creamy cheese - even philadelphia - is perfect. With this you might want some chopped spring onions, and maybe some tiny little tomatoes chopped in half. Don't put too much in. The omelette should still be a little runny on the top when the sides are beginning to look done.

As soon as you can without breaking the omelette fold it in half and press it down a little - goo will come out. It's great. Slide it onto a plate with some big hugs of brown bread and a pint glass of tap water, and you're away.

12:55 pm

I'm hungry and I'm wondering what kind of lunch I can afford to buy? It's a silly question, of course, because I know that the kind of lunch I can afford to buy is actually no lunch at all. But for some reason (for quite a few, really) I'm going to choose to ignore that. I used to enjoy hungering so much that I would deliberately not eat so as to defer the gratification further.

Out of interest, what kind of defer-ance is that?