Life is full of surprises.
Just a few blog posts ago, I was whining about my dismal chances at employment because I’ve been out of the traditional job market for 15 years.
Then, out of the blue, somebody offered me a job. A right-up-my-alley job, working for a magazine with smart people in a flexible, family-friendly environment. A job that came my way because someone was familiar with my freelance journalism and thought I would be a good member of the team.
A job. A real, honest-to-goodness, too good of an opportunity to pass up, job.
I was and remain flattered.
The job offer coincided with a number of great opportunities for me: some unexpected, meaty freelance work, a meeting with the journalists who founded the Solutions Journalism Network, a TV appearance to analyze our local school board race, an interview for someone else’s book and two book promotion events of my own.
It must be the weather.
According to weather watchers, Seattle is close to setting a record. We’re closing in our first rain-free July in 50 years.
All this sunshine can be a bit overwhelming for us, despite the fact that Seattle apparently sells more sunglasses per capita than any other U.S. city. We count on gray, rainy days to get things done. There is an unstated rule that sunny days are for having fun, but that usually doesn’t mean going 30 days without working or paying bills.
Rain or shine, I’ve been busy and I’m going to get busier.
This has resulted in some flakiness, like buying conditioner instead of shampoo for both me and my dog and wondering why he and I weren’t sudsier.
I’ve spent a lot of evenings eating take-out food or thrown together meals from refrigerator scraps, which is not my preferred style.
The Grape Leaf, Herb and Yogurt Pie from Plenty was to die for. I couldn’t find Camargue red rice, so substituted Himalayan red rice instead for the Mango and Coconut Rice Salad. It kept me going for much of the week, “Let them eat steak,” said I (who am allergic to beef), happy to eat this hearty salad as a substitute.
Though the kids proclaimed it “slimy,” Jeff and I were blown away by the Roasted Aubergine with Fried Onion and Chopped Lemon from Jerusalem. Not too many self-respecting American kids admit to liking eggplant. I wonder if it would be a different story if we used the more melodious word aubergine. We served our aubergine with Turkey and Courgette Burgers with Spring Onion and Cumin, barbecued instead of fried, and garnished with a creamy sour cream and sumac sauce. Can you tell that I have the British edition of Jerusalem? Courgette sounds much more exotic than zucchini. Actually, it sounds like it could be the name of a character in “Les Miserables,” but I digress.
Goodness, will you look at the time. It’s after midnight and I need to go to bed because, well, I have to get up for work in the morning, which is why I won’t be typing out the recipe for Turkey and Courgette Burgers (I couldn’t find an acceptable link). Time management and preserving my cooking integrity will be among my new challenges. Which is good, because I was getting bored with my old challenges.
It’s nice to know that eggplants have the potential to be aubergines. They can be main courses, side dishes, delicious dips, or even serve as metaphors, as the circumstances require. Each permutation can be delicious (or slimy) in its own way. It all depends on your perspective.