On My Day – A Review

While working out my frustrations on a particularly ripe clove of garlic, my roommate and her boyfriend came home. They gave their soft-spoken pleasantries and maneuvered around me in our small kitchen. They had groceries, and so I figured they wanted to cook dinner.

“I’m making stew, so I might be a while. I can move and cook on the back burner if you want?”

“No,” she said, “take all the time you need,” he finished.

“Whatever you’re cooking smells delicious,” they said simultaneously.

I looked into the pot I was using. Inside there was a quarter cup of olive oil, just beginning to warm up.

“It’s just olive oil,” I said laughing.

“We love olive oil,” they replied.

And it’s true. They do. They have the giant bottle of Goya’s extra virgin “premium” olive oil. And from just casual noticing, they’ve gone through about three bottles since I got here.

As a friend pointed out: olive oil does smell good, but the situation just felt like it was ripped from a sitcom. It would’ve only been made better if I burned the stew I was cooking, which I didn’t, I mean come on. Haven’t you seen my blog about that sandwich? There’s no way… I could possibly… burn stew.

Alright. Fine. I didn’t actually burn it. I had to play it up for the bit. I did either over or undercook the chick peas though, they weren’t the crunchy texture the recipe I followed described, but they were still delicious. Just more to learn for the next rodeo, you know?

After I finished cooking my stew, I moved onto making my lunch for tomorrow. We’re going to the Hall of Science, sounds cool, doesn’t it?

I have no idea what it is.

I spent most of today with a friend. She is also a teacher. We’ve lived strangely similar lives, but have come out as radically different people. For instance, she doesn’t cook. In fact, because we have a field trip tomorrow, she was worried about not having anything to eat at the Hall of Science.

This is where I come in, because I make a mean turkey sandwich, and will never miss a chance to help a buddy out. So, I told her I’ll cover lunch for the two of us. I stopped by a bakery and bought a rather large chocolate chip cookie that I cut in half, made two turkey sandwiches, and bagged up some veggie straws.

Now, at that point we’re covered, right? See, you’d think so, but I have to make sure I outdo myself so that way, next time I offer to make lunch she refuses out of principle. So. I also got a lunch bag and a bunch of sticky notes. I’ve decided to refrain from spending all night coming up with puns related to the exhibits. But. I did allow myself a few.

The worst of them reads: Have a fun day at the science mewseum. And then I drew a little cat.

This is me trying to emulate a mom joke, a less talked about subset of humor. I don’t think I quite hit the nail on the head, but gosh darn it I’m trying.

Anyway. That’s my allotment of fun for the evening.