Farm Pizza!

Yesterday, Jessica and I joined up with other Bed-Stuy CSA members to visit the farm where Hector grows our food. The farm was much smaller than I imagined it was. I'm really impressed that Hector manages to grow so much on such a small space. Oh, Jason (the only person who reads this blog) was with us. I beat him at travel Connect-4 and then he made us play Boggle by the offical rules--which was great because he actually beat Jessica who has been undefeated in every house game she and I have ever played. Schweet!

While at the farm, we harvested part of our share. We picked about 300 Whole Foods dollars worth of heirloom tomatoes. This afternoon I went over to Jason's and we made a huge pot of tomato sauce, which neither The Cat nor I were a big fan of. Stll, it was fun to cook with someone else. I love cooking with friends. Plus, I didn't have to do any dishes.

I made two pizzas when I got home. Both have an herbal-nutritional yeasty crust. One pizza has an heirloom tomato basil sauce base and was topped with roasted garlic, red onion, black olives, and zucchini. It was great. The other has a pesto base, red onion, black olives, tomato, zucchini, and Mexican field roast sausage. It wasn't as good as the tomato based pizza--that's why there's so much left. I guess it's official, I really don't like pesto.



So yeah, that was today. Since I haven't written in here in a while I should brief you on the past six months. I had some funny times temping. I started feeling bad about my life. I wanted regular income, friends, a place to put my coffee mug. I got a permanent admin job. It was boring and made me feel bad about my life. I quit. I still feel bad about my life, but a little less hopeless though a little more broke. I've got to find a way to follow my dreams (except for the cocaine dreams) and make some paper. God, are you listening?

You can flush me down, but I'll still pop up!

It's been like forever since I've written on this bloggy blog blog. I feel like such a turd...a turd that has been flushed down and forgotten, only to resurface hours later when company needs to use the restroom. Rouge, intrusive, gross, and embarrassing.

So, what's happened since I last went down that dark path? Um. Okay. I had a job as an admin at a bank. (Snore.) I resigned. (Cheer.) I realized it's not my job that's making me depressed and bored. (Yikes.) I wish there was a way to kill yourself and be guaranteed to be reincarnated as someone who won't make you miserable. Perhaps I should enter the witness protection program. ("Yeah, I know things.") They might hook me up and I wouldn't have to go through that whole dramatic choose-your-own-adventure suicide bullshit. I'm a libra. I'd probably be 80 before I decided how I was going to do myself in.