The nature of my work is exhausting at the moment. The machinations of various special interest groups creates barriers to achieving the things I am measured on without enormous effort. So much make work. That is what had me lose my cool on Friday note and send a tetchy email to someone who ordinarily I like and admire. It was the cause of a sleepless night on Friday and had me on the phone on Saturday morning to someone in Chile (still her work day) trying to work out a resolution. It did get resolved and I was sorry to have been so sharp. I traded a few emails on the subject over the weekend which meant work has been way too high on my priorities.
In between that I went to the dog park twice, walked to dog several imes, went to puppy school where our pup excelled in sniffing out which cup the treat was under. In a house like ours, how could he not be highly motivated by food? My oldest and I love puppy school, have a major fan girl crush on the teacher and love the other dogs. While we were gone, youngest swabbed the kitchen floor which gladened my heart.
Last night I grilled salmon with tarragon butter and served it with champ, roasted asparagus, steamed spinach, peas and a sort of bearnaise sauce. It was super yummy. I questioned ganching later on the authenticity of my champ and was relieved to be assured it was acceptable. I am not sure why spring onions have so many different names: sybies in Scotland, scallions in Ireland, spring onions in England, shallots here in Australia where what I would call shallots are called eschalots. Too confusing.
This is a short week with Anzac Day in the middle and I am taking Thursday and Friday off so have lots to get done so that stupid make-work stuff does not intrude.
I am listening to Dion Graham read Pelecanos while I walk. He is an excellent reader.
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