I am feeling the need to unload.
Please bear with...
First of all, never (ever) let your 17 year-old daughter with a very impish sense of humor get her hands on your cell phone.
If you do, it is very plausible that your ring tone will end up sounding something like this: "Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble" - and of course, said phone will decide to ring loudly in your office while you are at a meeting on the day that you forgot set it to vibrate.
Yes, this could happen to you if you are not careful.
Speaking of work, it's review writing time.
I normally don't mind writing reviews. I work with a good team.
The appraisal forms were totally changed up this year. My review-writing mojo has been messed up. I really need to find it soon. They are due next week.
Speaking of reviews - one of my co-workers said that there was an NPR story that women tend to give lower raises and less positive reviews to attractive employees at certain times of the month (maybe the employees are all hiding in a binder?).
I really want to find that story. Google has not been helping me out that way.
Maybe they are just messing with my head.
Speaking of messed up...
Tonight - as in Thursday night - I came home from work and realized that I have totally NOT made this week's FFwD assignment. And that The Runner Girl needed me to edit one of her papers that is due tomorrow. And that it was 6:30.
But we did need to eat - so two birds with one stone and all that...
Here is where it gets real, people.
My refrigerator was bursting (literally) at the seams with CSA veggies. Yesterday morning, my refrigerator threw my coffee creamer at me in protest. I think a head of savoy cabbage was the guilty party.
I scanned the recipe, promptly closed the book, started pulling random vegetables out of the fridge and silently begged Dorie's forgiveness.
It kind of went like this: I chopped. It went into the pot. I chopped. It went into the pot. Lather and rinse... Cover with broth. Bring to a simmer. Cook until tender. Blend.
First up - the onion. The onion was quickly joined by celery, cabbage and a couple of jalapenos (all from my CSA). Shredded carrots (yes, I cheated and bought them that way), chopped turnips (CSA) and a couple of potatoes soon followed. I also tossed in a hand full of parsley (CSA) and topped with some chicken broth and a spoonful of "Better than Bouillon" followed by a healthy slug of water.
When it was done, I had The Dude give it a whirl with the immersion blender and ladle some of it into ramekins (topped with croutons, bacon and Gruyere) and ran it under the broiler.
The soup was stinking ugly, but it tasted good (hello bacon).
It was joined by sauteed leeks and cabbage - several eggs were cooked on top of the cabbage mixture and it was finished off with a sprinkle with bacon.
My refrigerator is looking somewhat emptier tonight. Perhaps tomorrow, I will be safe from the attacking creamer.
This post participates in French Fridays with Dorie - hop on over to the FFwD site to see more composed versions of this week's recipe. If you are interested in what this soup was supposed to be, you can find the recipe here.