late season jalapeños
Wednesday, September 28 2022
I took 150 mg of pseudoephedrine this morning, so it was likely I would drink too much booze and wake up on Thursday morning with a hangover. A little before noon, I drove into Uptown mostly to get beer at Hannaford and screw-in hooks (most of which were "cup hooks") at Herzogs. But of course I also got other groceries such as beans, ice cream, soup, various crunchy corn products, and a product I've never seen before: Cuban-style black bean & plantain balls. Speaking of Cuban things, when I visited the Tibetan Center thrift store, I bought four wooden cigar boxes, which have many possible uses. They were only $3 each.
Back in front of my computer, my remote workplace team had a three-and-a-half-hour quality assurance (QA) session. I didn't actually do much QA; instead I was trying to get a web application to work correctly by massaging a copy of a database from a similar customer. I also found some time to paint a quick little landscape to buy me the "right" to spend the rest of the day drinking. For a canvas, I used another square piece of wood chiseled from a railing newel at the cabin.
At the end of the workday, I made a big pot of chili containing tempeh among other things. One of those other things was two jalapeño peppers from the garden. Jalapeños are not a very spicy pepper, and I assumed they would just provide a subtle zing, but apparently, if Gretchen's reaction was any indication, I was wrong. Perhaps late-season jalapeños are hotter; that's something I can research.
Gretchen and I watched the first episode of the first season of Yellowjackets, a show about a group of girls forced to resort to cannibalism after the plane carrying them to a soccer game crashes in the Canadian Rockies. I was having a little trouble following what all was happening as it cut back and forth between 2022 and 1996, but maybe that was just because I'd drunk too much. The soundtrack for Yellowjackets featured mood music comprised of creepy electronically-altered and layered human voices that made me think it had been composed by Cristobal Tapia de Veer, the man who made the haunting soundtrack for The Girl With All The Gifts. But no, it had been made by other, unfamiliar musicians and I don't know which made what music. Clearly, at least one of them must've been influenced by CTdV.
I ended the day down in the greenhouse, as I often do these days.
Today's tiny landscape on a railing newel.
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