Yesterday at work I got glutenated, and it was my own damn fault. A customer said a particular salad dressing tasted like dirt, and demanded that I taste it, and there was no getting out of that situation without tasting the damn salad dressing unless I wanted to set this already-peeved person OFF so I did, and honestly? That dressing was a little off. Not as in spoiled, since everything at Eclecstasy (Hotter's suggestion for a name for the restaurant where I work, which I think is a good one and certainly better than my ongoing idea of "ummm...er....well..." so we're rolling with that) is made fresh daily and they take food safety VERY seriously (one of many things I love about the place), but as in perhaps the saucier was having an off-day or something. Definitely not what it should have been, and I said as much, which placated the customer, who after I comped the salad in question and brought them an alternate menu selection left me a generous tip...but yeah, I got glutenated. So I said to hell with it and treated myself to a burger on a GF bun (burger buns at Eclecstasy are toasted on the flat top, which has great potential for cross-contamination, but if I was going to be glutenated it wasn't going to be solely because of a drop of sub-par salad dressing, dammit, so I decided to have a decadent cheeseburger involving potential cross-contamination as well and at least EARN the suffering, and that burger was fucking MAGNIFICENT), because might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb, or somesuch.
Aaaaanyway, I woke up this morning feeling like I'd been hit by a truck, and when work called to tell me I'd been benched due to a forecasted slow day plus being waaaaay into overtime I wasn't entirely crushed. Bummed because of money, yes, but hey I tried so might as well come home and spend the first child-free weekday of the year in bed with my husband! And also watering and puttering in the garden. There's a zucchini the size of my forearm that I need to pick and bake into GF zucchini bread for when the boys get home, and plenty of greens and tomatoes to make into a salad for my lunch, which'll be awesome with some of the herbed quinoa-veal meatloaf Hotter made last night (yeah, I don't love the idea of veal, but when it's marked down for quick sale I sometimes buy it so as not to have the animal have died in vain and it IS rather delicious). And the MFA Flock needs feeding; we ran out of chicken feed so I stopped at the feed store after aborting my trip to work, and they were out of layer feed so I ended up getting some meat-builder fattening feed, which the clerk at the feedstore assured me the chickens would absolutely LOVE (I guess it's like greasy fast food for chickens?). I figure most of them are lanky pullets and could use a little extra fattening for as long as one bag of feed lasts them. I considered doing a hive incursion, but since it's hot enough that donning full bee battle-gear would be begging for heatstroke and there were roughly a frillion workers buzzing around the hive looking busy and belligerent when I walked out there, I decided to leave the bees alone. I'm sure they're fine.
All of which is to say that while I didn't necessarily want or anticipate a day of downtime, I ended up getting one and am making the best of it, and it's pretty nice (body-aches and GI issues from gluten aside). And how are all of YOU?