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04222017-21


-- चार हजार और अस्सी-तीन --


Back to the regular routine today! And another short entry since I spent my morning doing mostly actual work today!

There's not much to update you on anyway, which is a change compared to the past ten days, anyway. I walked home from work via Denny Way and Boren to Pine, instead of Elliott Avenue to Pine, so I could bypass downtown and any May Day chaos. And in the end, I guess in Seattle (in contrast to some other places), the annual violence actually managed to be bypassed this year. I guess both pro- and anti-Trump demonstrators even mockingly shared a can of Pepsi together. I have mixed feelings about that in particular but it's obviously far preferable to actual violence and/or vandalism. I didn't even hear helicopters for hours last night like I did on May Day the past two years, at least.

And Shobhit and I just had a quiet evening at home, catching up on HBO shows, and then I helped him with deep frying a new batch of samosas, which now that he's back in the groove are even better than the already excellent ones he made on Saturday. But he had put slightly too much of the tomato sauce he uses as a binding agent for the potatoes, and now he added more tomatoes to dry it out a bit, and he was much more skilled this time with making and rolling the dough. I brought several to coworkers this morning. Noah said, "Note my lack of complaints." And Kibby raved about hers as well. So did Claudia.

I brought 12 to work today, found 6 to give one to this morning after reheating them in the oven (the best option for reheating, really), and have six more to spread over three more lunches at work.

I did have one of the six this morning since I couldn't find Mimi yet. Maybe I'll bake an extra for Claudia and one for Mimi tomorrow afternoon, depending on the current state of her ever-changing dietary restrictions. And even this morning it was fucking fantastic. My husband is a culinary magician.

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04222017-23


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The only other kind of interesting thing to happen last night was Ivan messaging me that he wants to eat at a Cambodian restaurant. This seemed random, but was actually similar to when he wanted to eat at the Marrakesh in March. He gets these sudden urges to try a new, specific ethnic place. In this case, as he put it, "I've always wanted do and I've been reading a book about the Khmer Rouge so now I have to." (I didn't even know what the Khmer Rouge was until I just looked it up.)

When trying to decide when to go to the one specifically Cambodian place I could find on Yelp, which is in the International District, presumably this weekend, he actually said, "Well it's kind of an emergency so I'd prefer to go as soon as possible please." Saturday it is, then! He must be pretty eager, since I had a hard time falling asleep last night and heard him come home from work, and within minutes he was telling Shobhit, "Matthew and I are going to a Cambodian restaurant this weekend." Hello, Ivan! Chances are, Shobhit will be too. Or maybe not, who knows? But the presence of a spouse should be presumed, generally speaking.

Anyway. I'm still trying to catch up on my backlog of work emails from last week so I guess I'll get back to that now.

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positive energy please