Small dividends...
Jun. 8th, 2002 12:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alexpgpOne of the minor perks of having the store is that, from time to time, one can scrounge some interesting items from the mail that people discard. A case in point is the mint copy of Bon Appétit, tossed plastic wrap and all, that I saved from the dumpster and perused late this afternoon when the rush had tapered off.
I was struck by one very simple recipe that looked scrumptious:
Galina really liked it, as did I, and there's still about half of it left over (I'm sure it will only get better cold; the potatoes were cool but not cold when I served it). We did finish the bottle of Kendall-Jackson Sauvigon Blanc that we had with dinner, though.
I like simple recipes like this.
* * * I forget exactly why, but I lay down shortly after dinner and the next thing I know, I'm waking up to a pain in my side, where my cell phone was digging into my pelvis. I'd fallen asleep for about 3 hours, and I'm fully alert now, so I'll probably be up half the night. That is not necessarily a Bad Thing, but it does kind of throw things a little out of kilter. I was tempted to consciously get up without trying to come fully out of sleep, get undressed and then get back into bed, but at about that time, the wind picked up and started to howl and rattle doors around the house, and that pretty much caused me to wake up fully. The wind is still doing its thing - albeit intermittently - and I've "pennied" the door to the bedroom just enough to keep the door from rattling around too much and waking up Galina.
Drew, Shannon, and Hunter, along with some friends of theirs, departed for Montrose around 11:30 am to attend the funeral of the young man who died in the accident earlier in the week (the driver's ex-roommate, if memory serves). They are not back yet. I've suppressed the rather morbid thought that I might become an incidental player in one of those major ironies of life you see covered in the news, where a car coming back from a funeral gets into an accident, etc. I really don't want to think about it.
Seeing as how tomorrow is Galina's birthday, I had planned to work the store with just Drew, and at least give Galina the day off. I'm still going to try to give Galina a free Saturday, but I'll probably have to work the store alone for a while, as Drew will probably want to get his full measure of beauty sleep.
I almost made it through the entire day without hearing from a client (Friday afternoon is a favorite time to hear from clients, I've observed, as they scramble to assign work they receive from their clients, all due Monday morning, of course). Then, at around 5:30 pm, client U called with a rather unusual assignment.
The client says she has a load of such documents. I might just do this one, to see how it will go. The client wants to pay me on an hourly basis for the job (which is just about the only rational way to do it), but that way, I'll only make about a half to a third of what I'd normally earn doing straight translation. We'll see. Making one-third of what I normally make is still more than nothing at all, but I need some rest, too. OTOH, technically, I could start on the work on Monday, as it's due Tuesday.
That means, BTW, that aside from store responsibilities, I am as free as a bird this weekend. Not that I can just go off on a walkabout during my free time (I'll probably camp out in the store on Sunday with Drew, seeing as how we've been complaining to one another about getting things into more of a semblance or order there). But I will not have to chain myself to a keyboard while others are enjoying life (or at least not working).
I may take some time to put together some invoices. That's always a fun task.
Cheers...
I was struck by one very simple recipe that looked scrumptious:
Potato Salad with Olives, Tomatoes and CapersI'm not a stickler for peeled, seeded cucumbers or pitted olives, and Galina doesn't particularly care for any form of vinegar, so putting this meal together was even easier than it sounds. The recipe is said to mimic a popular salad on the island of Pantelleria, in Italy.
2.5 lb medium, red-skinned potatoes, scrubbed
5 tbsp extra-virgin olive oil
1 12-oz cucumber, peeled, halved lengthwise, seeded, cubed
4 large plum tomatoes, quartered
1 red onion, very thinly sliced
24 black-oil cured olived, pitted, halved
1/4 cup very thinly sliced fresh basil
2 tbsp drained capers
3 tbsp white wine vinegar
1/2 tsp dried oregano
3 hard-boiled eggs
Cook potatoes in boiling salted water until tender, about 30 min. Drain; cool; peel. Cut into 1-in pieces and put them in a bowl. Add oil; toss to coat. Add cucumber, tomatoes, onion, olives, basil and capers (how much easier can this get?). Whisk vinegar and oregano in bowl; mix into salad. Season with salt and pepper. Garnish with eggs and serve.
Galina really liked it, as did I, and there's still about half of it left over (I'm sure it will only get better cold; the potatoes were cool but not cold when I served it). We did finish the bottle of Kendall-Jackson Sauvigon Blanc that we had with dinner, though.
I like simple recipes like this.
Drew, Shannon, and Hunter, along with some friends of theirs, departed for Montrose around 11:30 am to attend the funeral of the young man who died in the accident earlier in the week (the driver's ex-roommate, if memory serves). They are not back yet. I've suppressed the rather morbid thought that I might become an incidental player in one of those major ironies of life you see covered in the news, where a car coming back from a funeral gets into an accident, etc. I really don't want to think about it.
Seeing as how tomorrow is Galina's birthday, I had planned to work the store with just Drew, and at least give Galina the day off. I'm still going to try to give Galina a free Saturday, but I'll probably have to work the store alone for a while, as Drew will probably want to get his full measure of beauty sleep.
I almost made it through the entire day without hearing from a client (Friday afternoon is a favorite time to hear from clients, I've observed, as they scramble to assign work they receive from their clients, all due Monday morning, of course). Then, at around 5:30 pm, client U called with a rather unusual assignment.
Background: An English document, it seems, had been translated into Russian. The Russian side made changes to the document and returned it to the U.S. side.Saints protect us!
Fact: Nobody at the end client's office can find the "original" Russian translation.
Fact: It never occurred to anyone on the Russian side to use revision mode to make the changes in the document.
Your assignment, Alex, should you choose to accept it, is to read the Russian, compare it to the English, and incorporate changes in the English file using revision mode.
The client says she has a load of such documents. I might just do this one, to see how it will go. The client wants to pay me on an hourly basis for the job (which is just about the only rational way to do it), but that way, I'll only make about a half to a third of what I'd normally earn doing straight translation. We'll see. Making one-third of what I normally make is still more than nothing at all, but I need some rest, too. OTOH, technically, I could start on the work on Monday, as it's due Tuesday.
That means, BTW, that aside from store responsibilities, I am as free as a bird this weekend. Not that I can just go off on a walkabout during my free time (I'll probably camp out in the store on Sunday with Drew, seeing as how we've been complaining to one another about getting things into more of a semblance or order there). But I will not have to chain myself to a keyboard while others are enjoying life (or at least not working).
I may take some time to put together some invoices. That's always a fun task.
Cheers...
