As I was doing kitchen prep on Wednesday evening, I realized that I didn’t have enough of a couple of things. Not a big deal, I figured I would swing by the market on my way to my friends place on Thanksgiving. That morning, like any day when I plan to cook for nine hours, I put on my chef coat.
Walking into a grocery store on thanksgiving morning in a chef coat was not my best idea ever. It took me almost an hour to buy three bulbs of garlic and two shallots. There was the question about if a turkey could be over brined (yes but it would take days,) and the one about how long a bird should rest (depends on weight,) a couple about stuffing, and one or two about things I can’t remember.
Yes, I was running late, but only a particular kind of asshole wouldn’t help someone on Thanksgiving morning. I am not that kind of asshole.
Ten minutes after I finally left the store I went to a coffeeshop near my friend’s house. The gentleman handed me my large coffee and said “You’re working today too, the coffee’s on the house.”
Sometime’s karma is instant.
it’s nice when that instant karma isn’t pushing you to the ground. happy thanksgiving (one day late) my dear refugee.
And Happy Holidays to you, my dear Elle.