16th Food for Thought
… but not fried.
Yesterday was the 16th annual Food for Thought Festival, and I volunteered at the the main tent, the Thought Tent, for the Chef Showdown. It’s a kind of iron chef thing, with three local chefs trying to come up with the best dish using farmers’ market ingredients, in 25 minutes.
I was in charge of getting ingredients, stocking the pantry for the chef’s, so drove up to the square about 7:00AM, with all kinds of stuff in the car – a cooler with food that couldn’t be bought at the market, baskets, utensils, and so on. After the showdown, one of the other volunteers was helping me carry stuff back to the car, and I fell twice, while walking back empty handed to make sure I hadn’t forgotten anything. Once when my foot went funny on a manhole cover; once on an uneven place in the pavement at the entrance to a parking ramp. I bruised up my hand and right side.
This morning Mark and I were awakened by Katie kitty yowling. Evidently John’s cat, Kahn, can open the swinging door at the foot of the stairs and come up – he’s big and strong and he has claws, unlike fluff cat, who is de-clawed and has powder puff paws. So the two of them were yowling at each other through the glass door at the top of the stairs to Mark’s kitchen. I went out to shoo Kahn back down, and he wacked me on the back of my hand, with one his claws, drawing blood but also bruising.
With Kahn’s damage compounding my own damage from the day before, I am feeling pretty battered. I made broccoli salad and chocolate pudding for dinner – I just ate my pudding in front of boardwalk Empire. Mark’s off to Chicago; I think I’m going to bed early. Or maybe I’ll head upstairs and watch a last tango in Halifax.
bruised hand, back view
bruised hand, palm view
chocolate pudding with whipped cream
