It was an inordinately full day. I didn't take hold of how much I had done until I was going up the last few steps to my apartment, and realized where it had began.It started at Le Pain Quotidien for the third Saturday in a row. I discovered spelt this morning, even though I had been eating it all along and even baked a couple loaves of it without knowing that's what it was. Somebody at Rita Flora said it was a low-carb bread. The gal at LPQ this morning said it was half-wheat, half-rye. Either way, it tasted the way Jan-Oliver said bread should taste. Salty and flavorful, dense and chewy. They arrived in large, wide slices, and I understood this morning that the kind I baked were shaped incorrectly, which is why they ended up too tough. I also had a wonderful quiche Lorraine, one of the few items that I like to enjoy with a raw tomato.
Italian class was a very chatty affair. My instructor amuses me so much, for his cavalier way of speaking, witticisms, and unique masculinity. He told us today how the modern art at the Vatican museums "sucks" and how it should be kept in the Papal basement. Later, he said that one should stay away from white wine sold in cartons -- more like juice boxes, for us -- at all costs. I offered a story about how my Italian aunt will always bring the white vino da tavola with her when she visits because she does not trust a California Chardonnay when preparing an authentic meal for us. What does she cook, he asked. Oh, pesce, I said. What else.
After that, I sped to the Chinese community center. I lathered on a bunch of stage makeup and got into a vibrantly green gown. And then I took the mic after they introduced me. I only practiced for an hour or so last night, and fully expected that they would cue up the words in the little screen at the foot of the stage. Nothing appeared. So I had to wing it -- after all, it was a good bet that none of the Chinese there understood Italian. Afterward, I wasn't too happy that it did not proceed without incident, but my mom looked very happy. I was relieved.
I made an appearance at the office well near 8:00 pm -- the real focus of my weekend. There was someone there still, which was a nice surprise. Three hours later, I dropped a completed memo on someone's desk and drove westward in the falling rain.
My leftover quiche was waiting for me. I was pleased with the completed tasks today -- one never knows about the best-laid plans.
Favorite song right now is "Wake Up." Question is, Hilary Duff or The Arcade Fire?
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