Man, am I in a crappy mood. I ought to be sitting on my porch, waving a cane, and yelling at kids to get the hell offa my lawn. I think I’d enjoy that today.
Last week’s soup was Cabbage Stew with Meatballs. It was an invented recipe (shhh), and came out kind of awesome. Sales have been quite strong.
This week, there will be no Soup Group, as our cooks have been commissioned to make a chocolate dessert for some club, instead. Maybe it’s because I’m irritable and crotchety, but I don’t get it, and I don’t think I’m going to participate.
The way I see it, the Soup Group makes soup, and we sell it, and the proceeds benefit the clinic in Baghdad. Dessert is not soup, and these dessert proceeds won’t be directed to the clinic in Baghdad. Some guy just figured, oh there’s ladies working in the kitchen on Wednesdays - let’s ask them to make some dessert for us.
It’s not a request that should have been honored. But because I couldn’t think of a response other than “Fuck no” (which would not have been appropriate), the other ladies cast their votes without my input, and they decided to go with it.
And, perhaps because of this mood I’m in, I’m actually feeling a little annoyed every time I think about it.
Clearly, it’s time to get back to yoga. Or something.
What has been making me smile, regardless of my generally evil disposition: There was a moment last night at the Haiti Relief event when I was out on the dance floor with a new buddy (who was tearing it up, by the way), and I realized that the vastly white, middle-aged crowd surrounding us was singing along - literally, every single word - to the song “Disco Inferno”. Not just the chorus, beloved. The whole song. Loud and clear.
It was hilarious. A really funny group-sing moment. Ha.
...And then the moment passes, and I’m a crotchety old bag again. Oh well.
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