21 April 2011: honey, stove/finger, home
I come from some relatively artisanal folk who appreciate farm and natural products, including honey from beemakers rather than grocery stores. Which is great tastewise, but also means we tend to have large vats of honey in mason jars rather than in small plastic bears with convenient conical distribution nozzles.
As I am still pretty sick—sad sneezy sore-throat times—I made tea yesterday and repeated a million times part as I once again spilled a long drizzle of honey across the stove top as I attempted to spoon honey from jar to mug.
C’est la spill.
21 April 2011: mucus, shorts/floor, home
Not sending this one to Twitter.
Been really sick for past couple days and of course that means major congestion and related grossnesses. Major congestion, major related grossnesses.
I’ve gone through a box of tissues already and my nose is sad and raw, but the worst part is of course the constant and powerful cough-hacking and, yes, the explosive sneezing.
And so, to quote Cool Hand Luke, “you get what we have here today.”
18 April 2011: pad thai, tablecloth, home
Worked from home yesterday for the first time in awhile (at my home) and ordered some Thai for lunch. Spilled a bit of pad thai on the counter, which incidentally looks more like a worm than it does food.
17 April 2011: saag paneer, napkin, Polash Restaurant
Got in from Europe at 3:30 yesterday and, after dropping my bags at home, proceeded directly to Harlem for a bachelor party dinner (to be followed by a Yankees game in the Bronx). Coming immediately on the heels of 10 days of travel—or six weeks, depending on how you look at it—I was pretty exhausted (and still hung over from the night before in London), but tried hard to rally some energy for a good cause celebrating a great bro.
We ate at a darkly lit Indian restaurant called Polash on 3rd Ave near 119 St and were the only ones there. Ordering family style, we got a number of number of dishes, including the saag paneer above that fell on my lap. In light of my exhaustion, I’m surprised I held myself to this one spill at dinner.
However, later on that night I spilled mustard on myself repeating after unnecessarily purchasing a footlong hotdog. My phone however had died and so I failed to document this predictable deprarium.
Below is a completely inconsequential snippet of the game, cut off ironically just moments before Robinson Cano hit a cheer-inducing HR.
06 April 2011: ketchup, hand / table, office
Last Wednesday was my last day at the office before my trip to Europa. I got a grilled cheese and fries and spilled ketchup on my hand. Pretty normal boinkage, nuff said.
14 April 2011: two beers, one hand, no spills (!)
This is sort of an honorary “I’m learning SLASH at least I don’t always fuck things up” post.
I am traveling in Europe again and currently visiting a friend now. Last night we went to an open-city design festival where street food and beer abound (though, seriously, €20 for two beers and two sausage sandwiches, good lord) and amidst a giant throng of food-wanters we split up the tasks of obtaining beer and sausage.
I got the beer first as the line was gentler, but that meant I had to stand around waiting with beer-in-hand as passers-by bustled and bumped. Miraculously, I did NOT spill anything, even after putting both beers in one hand to attempt to photograph them with my phone in the other (yeah, i was seriously tempting fate with this one).
Nice to know that at least sometimes I don’t always make a mess of things.
05 April 2011: risotto, table / lap, 10 Downing Street
Lemon-Brine Chicken & Soft Egg truffled mushrooms, leeks, barley “risotto”…23
I went to 10 Downing Street in West Village last Tuesday for a good-bye dinner for a beloved departing colleague. The meal was great albeit pricey, and we were all somewhat surprised to discover that 10 Downing Street is not actually an “English” restaurant, curiously enough. And, for whatever reason, our waiter who seemed to be unable to either hear or remember anything, affected a strange cross French-Noo Yawk accent that made the whole experience a little odd.
But in the end, the food was good and the risotto spilt.
05 April 2011: splashed water, rain, full body/clothes (natural disasters)
On the way to work last Tuesday I got off the subway amidst a torrential downpour. In what was a rare amount to protect myself sensibly, I stopped to purchase an umbrella to walk the four blocks from subway to office. However, as I begin to then walk to the office while opening the umbrella and fumbling for something in my bag, I neglected to see an approaching truck nearing a gigantic rainpuddle on the street. In an instant a tidal wave of streetpuddle rainwater was upon me, leading to a collective audible gasp of 10 or so bystanders and me completely soaked and dripping wet.
