Tuesday, June 21, 2011
I'm going to bet that many people hate Mondays. Hate. It's the end of lazing about, the end of time to get errands done, and you have to go back to work. Yuck, right? Has anyone else ever referred to Monday as "Moanday?" Well, here's where you can throw things at me (but I'll dodge them - I'm like a ninja!). Because this past Monday? Hot. Damn. I was on fire. Seriously. I woke up before J, which never ever happens. Seriously, the guy's up at 5a sometimes because he just can't get back to sleep. I don't know about him, but I can always get back to sleep if it's 5a. But I popped out of bed at 5:45 and skipped into campus by 6:50, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. J? He was probably still incoherently mumbling obscenities at the cat for walking all over him. And from when I walked into lab until when I walked out (5:30p!), I was non-stop action. Meetings, emails, and just plain getting shit done. And all of the bolding? Yeah, it needs to happen. I kicked ass. I took names.
And you know what's crazy? I loved it. Every minute. It had been so long since I had had so much to do that I didn't have to think what I was going to do next. I mean, I've had things to do, but who really leaps at the chance to do data analysis? (If you do, could you please come do mine for me? Kthxbai.) These are the days that I want to have all the time. I got to talk with an undergrad who will be doing menial labor (oops, I mean "gaining important research skills and experiences"), and afterwards was complimented on my ability to teach things in an accessible manner. I didn't tell him that it's because I take all my incoherency out on you poor people. Thank god you're willing to listen to my drivel! It might also be due to the fact that the guys on the floor in New London would have tuned out within 0.273 seconds if I tried to talk like I was better than them. (They're right, I'm not. They know a hell of a lot more than I ever will about their jobs.)
The entire day made me appreciate my experiences over the last 8 years. Since I took advantage of such varied research and employment opportunities, I've learned this completely nonsensical and random assortment of skills that have somehow melded to turn me into this crazy energetic and passionate person who can actually discuss scientific topics at various levels of expertise without sounding like too much of a dumbass. And combine that with talking with a friend from college about how much our perceptions have changed, how much our values and expectations have changed? Talking to him about big, grown-up adult things? I'm feeling extrovertedly introspective right now.
And I swear. There goes another post where I babble on about 32498723495812 things that have nothing to do with the week's Tuesdays with Dorie pick. Damnit. Well, here's the thing. I never ever purchase dates. But I did. For this week's date nut loaf. And with a quarter recipe, I made three adorable little date nut loaves, which have yet to be eaten because hello! I had a leftover croissant in the house for breakfast instead. Those of you who would rather eat something over a croissant, I bow to your willpower. I can never resist the power of the croissant. In the meantime, here are some things to do with those leftover dates you might have rattling around your kitchen:
- stuff them with almond butter, peanut butter, tahini, cheese, chocolate (please, not all at once...)
- wrap them in bacon
- make ma'amouls with them
- sticky toffee pudding!!! (!!!)
- add to granola, banana bread, or shortbread
- lettuce. goat cheese. top with dates.
Now don't you wish you had leftover dates?
Last Week: Chocolate Biscotti
Next Week: Sour Cream Chocolate Cake Cookies