don't ask her...she doesn't know anything!
well my dears...christie here and after a long uneventful couple of days i have a few silly incidents to report. sunday...banana pancakes with maple syrup...in fact that's the only thing i really had all day pancakes...for brunch and dinner. i also went to Howth and walked around the whole summit, by myself and down to the light house and then out to the other lighthouse where you catch the boat to the Eye of Ireland, looks neat but i don't know if i care enough to go there, maybe somewhere else instead. then home again home again jiggedy jog for some reading.
monday i did not have off as i told my boss a lie and managed to get saturday off dun dun dun...so i worked monday and have known what day it is this entire week. I made cream of wild rice soup, and i know your jaws are all dropping becames i made wild rice soup in august, oh yes folks it is definately cool enough here for the cheezy creamy delectible soup.
tuesday movie night. francesca picked me up from work and we walked to the IFI for INNOCENT VOICES it was a pretty spectacular film about the gurreilla warfare in El Salvador and the US involvement and how the 11year old boys got shipped off to join the military or were forced to join the gurrillas out of desperation or opposition to the Salvadorian government. i felt like craptastic to be an american after watching it and was a bit poutty after that film. but francesca made dinner and she got Paul to eat with us as well! we're breaking down the irish berlin wall in our house!
the most exciting news is that Marco, Francesca's brother is coming to Dublin the 16 of September and staying for a week before starting at the University! hooray for Marco leaving the nest by himself for a week, hopefully he will have a good time in the good old Eire Isle, but no promises.
Wednesday was filled with not much besides not much. I went to work blah bli blah blah and went to a pub this evening to listen to a piper by the name of Eoin Dilion play, but alas someone in his family was in the hospital so he sent an F+ team to take his place, so we were a bit upset with the lack of their skills, but it was nice to go to a pub that wasn't super loud so i could actually talk to Fran.
Thursday was just where the title of this blog came from, this was just such a ridiculous story and i am so glad to be done in 6 weeks at my job because this is a typical story of my coworkers. So today someone came into the shop looking for something that Eileen was going to check on. The woman came in and asked Jane "Did you get this (i can't remember what it was called something)"?
Jane: "No you'll have to go and ask Eileen".
The woman turns to me as I am towards the back of the shop where Eileen is and the woman starts asking me for whatever it was she had wanted last week and before the woman finishes Jane is shouting from the front of the shop..."Don't ask her...she doesn't know anything."crickets...at the pure shock of being said to know nothing. I didn't say anything to Jane but i went home for lunch and when i came back i asked Eileen if i should have said something. not only is it not very nice to say about someone but then doesn't your shop look kind of bad that only one person knows anything...Eileen? so that was basically the only thing kind of funny/mean that happened today, i made a lovely vegetable stir fry and some grilled corgettes for dinner tomorrow after the gallery exhibition opening i am going to.
Saturday and Sunday should be more eventful as there is the Festival of World Cultures so hopefully i will have some more fun stories then what i got.
xoxo,
christie
posted by Chrsitie Culliton @ 2:23 PM
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So, a new meal phrase can be coined. Brinner. When you eat pancakes for a late late brunch...so much so that they're dinner. Brinner. Yes folks, yet another reason to bring the family together around the table...Yay!
I really like Scar Tissue, it's funny that you're reading it because it's currently on my staff rec endcap! I haven't sold any though :( But I don't have to tell you how interesting/outrageous it is.
So at work, I wish I'dve been you for that scene. I would've taken the opportunity to drop stuff, grunt a lot and make funny faces at people because apparently, they've given you a license to clown around and mess stuff up. But alas, you're the one who'd have to clean up any messes, so I digress. You did the right thing. I don't think your coworker meant it they way she said it. Hopefully. If not, ask her what the average airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow is (monty python). And then say "I thought so..."
So Mama C, you have to look this book up at work. I saw it and it made me think of you! It gave me a chuckle.
ISBN 157306257X
Mama C,
The isbn is "safe," although the music sellers might take issue with it. You'll laugh. I almost put the mystery book on my staff rec endcap, but it didn't go with the flow.
I got the results back from my MTEL test. That deadly 8 hour stardardized monster I took at the end of July. It was two parts: general communications and skills, and then history: secondary content. I was very reluctant to actually press the "view results" button because I knew how hard that history section was; I was the first one out of the room, and Ileft with that sick feeling in my stomach like I just wasted $80 on a 4 hour test. I clicked "view resultes" and it said "Pass" for the Comm. Skills and "Pass" for History. I had to close one eye and look at the results again to make sure I wasn't misreading a line. So I passed! That means "green light" for job apps in Massachusetts now! The only problem is that there's like 1 week left of summer :( There was a position in today's(sundays) paper so on my birthday tomorrow I'll be going to the DMV to get a new driver's license AND applying for that position in Somerset, Mass. It's the bottom of the 9th inning, there are two outs, nobody on base...but all is not lost for teaching this fall. We'll see. I'll certainly let y'all know...
I don't know about you guys, but it was CRAZY at the bookstore this past weekend.
D
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Zucchini (US, Australian, and Canadian English) or courgette (New Zealand and British English) is a small summer marrow or squash, also commonly called Italian squash. Its Latin name is Cucurbita pepo (a species which also includes other squash). It can either be yellow or green and generally has a similar shape to a ridged cucumber, though a few cultivars are available that produce round or bottle-shaped fruit. Unlike the cucumber it is usually served cooked, often steamed or grilled. Its flower can be eaten fried or stuffed. Culinarily, zucchini is considered to be a vegetable. However, biologically, the zucchini is a fruit, being the swollen ovary of the zucchini flower. Zucchini are traditionally picked when very immature, seldom over 8in/20cm in length. Mature zucchini can be as much as three feet long, but are often fibrous and not appetizing to eat.
Zucchini is one of the easiest vegetables to cultivate in a temperate climate. As such, zucchini has a reputation among home gardeners for overwhelming production, and a common type of joke among home growers revolves around creative ways of giving away unwanted zucchini to people who already have been given more than they can use.
In 2005, a poll of 2,000 people revealed the courgette to be Britain's 10th favourite culinary vegetable. In Mexico, the flower (known as Flor de Calabaza) is preferred over the fruit, and is often cooked in soups or used as a filling for quesadillas.
Closely related, to the point where some seed catalogs do not make a distinction, are Lebanese summer squash or kusa, which closely resemble zucchini but often have a lighter green or even white color.
Zucchini, like all summer squash, has its ancestry in the Americas. But while most summer squash--including the closely related cocozelle and marrow--were introduced to Europe during the time of European colonization of the Americas, zucchini is European in origin, the result of a spontaneously occuring mutation. In all probability, this occurred in the very late 19th century, probably near Milan (early varieties usually included the names of cities in the area in the name). Courgette comes from the French name of the vegetable, with the same spelling. It is a diminutive of courge, meaning squash. While "zucca" is the Italian word for squash, and the feminine plural "zucchine" is preferred in most areas of Italy, the male plural "zucchini" is used in other areas of Italy and the United States. The first records of zucchini in the United States date to the early 1920s. It was almost certainly brought over by Italian immigrants, and probably got its start in California.
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