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cauliflower in the low-effort chili
Tuesday, October 14 2025
I had some code to deploy to a client today, and it all went well until the client got back to us to say that there was no change evident. So I went to figure out why. While I was working on this, I could overhear the Lead Developer and the QA woman talking about the very same issue, though for some reason neither of them were talking to me. I felt completely marginalized, and it made me hate my job that much more. Why would they do that? Was I being fired? I had these feelings for the rest of the day, especially when I realized I didn't really have any work in my queue. (I've had this happen in the past, when it usually foretold the end of a job, though in this case management is so chaotic, it could just be an oversight.)
At the end of the workday, I stopped by the place at the end of the Farm Road where I have been picking up pieces of bluestone and got some some nice pieces I'd cached before heading home. Gretchen was off at guitar practice followed by pilates, so I wouldn't be seeing her for hours. So I turned my attention to a weird ticking sound coming from the mini split air exchanger in the bedroom. The tick seemed to coincide with the rotation of a long tube-like fan. I jammed a wire into it while it was spinning, which was probably a bad idea (the wire got bent). But the clicking seemed to go away after that, so maybe I'd dislodged a dead bug or something.
While on the usual walk with Charlotte, I saw lots more slimy boletes, one of which I peeled off the slimy skin from and partially ate raw. It wasn't great, but it was better without the slime. I also saw a dramatic Amanita muscaria growing on the shoulder of the Farm Road.
Back at the house, I made another of my low-effort chilis, this one without mushrooms (because we had none except for the slimy boletes I'd harvested) but with cauliflower instead. I also gathered a few lingering fresh tomatoes from the garden and boiled off the excess water, making a delightfully-savory broth that was a real hit with Gretchen when she got home. After dinner and Jeopardy!, we watched an old standard-def documentary ripped from VHS tape on the making of the song "We Are the World," which proved a lot more interesting than the actual song.
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