Monday, August 31, 2015

A Birthday of Sorts

I'm just coming off night call, i.e. working twenty-four hours a day for an entire week. It's pretty tedious, although you get paid around the clock for doing little more than jumping higher than the ceiling every time your phone rings.  In a typical night call week, you might get paged three times and spend less than two hours doing actual work, but the strain of never knowing when you'll get a page (In the grocery store check out line?  While working out at the gym? While stuck in traffic? and the fear that the issue will be something you won't know how to handle) is exhausting.

I'm on night call roughly once every three months and during the week before it starts, the dread and anticipation turn me into something like the women in the old SNL sketch about "annuale," the pill that allows you to get your period only once a year but turns you into a monster the week beforehand.



Anyway, the last day of call was also my birthday, which turned out OK.  The extra pay is a nice birthday present, and Brigid came home from Switzerland, which was the best present of all.  As I write this, she is safely in Boston, waiting for her flight to Richmond.  She somehow accidentally got to the gate without going through customs, which is a classic Brigid-type thing to happen.  ("Didn't someone look at your passport?" I asked.  Well, yes, someone did, but they wanted to see her ticket and she didn't have it because her flight switched to a different carrier for the last leg of the flight, so they sent her somewhere to get the ticket printed and from there she went straight to her gate.  "But what about your bag?" I said.  She thought it was checked through to Richmond?  I wasn't so sure about that, but my only experience with switching from international flights to domestic was in South Africa, where you definitely have to collect your bag and then re-check it.  Which makes sense if you are going through customs.**)

For the birthday, we had homemade pizza for dinner.  Somehow, copious amounts of olive oil spilled in the oven and the house filled with smoke and the smoke detector went off, terrifying Sancho, who fled the house and wouldn't come back in, so Phoebe stole his dinner AND ate her own.  She's an opportunistic bitch. And during all of that, Grace called to say that Brigid's cat had fleas and what should they do about it.  I baked a walnut jam cake from Smitten Kitchen for dessert. I wasn't in the mood for a frosted layer cake and I also didn't want pie or a cheesecake. This cake was perfect.  Earlier in the day, while walking Phoebe in the alley, I discovered chestnuts!  Last winter, the city cleared away a huge amount of weed trees and brush from the alley, which not only created a pleasant grove between our house and our neighbors', but also gave us access to a chestnut tree that had formerly been inaccessible.

I gathered what I could and then noticed that the tree is absolutely loaded with nuts that haven't fallen yet.  I think Becky might want to come over and share the bounty.  I am now researching ways to preserve chestnuts.  I might make some chestnut butter.  I'm also thinking chestnut stuffing and sweetened chestnut puree stirred into cakes and whipped cream.  We loved buying roasted chestnuts from little carts on the streets of Lisbon.  If you have a favorite way to prepare chestnuts, let me know.

**Brigid and her bag both arrived safely in Richmond late last night.  So I was wrong about the bag, but I half expected her to be met at the airport by customs officials. Grace, who now lives in Richmond very kindly picked her up from the airport.  I wish I could have done it myself, but again, because of night call, driving an hour to Richmond would have been difficult, plus having to drive all the way back so late at night and then go to work in the morning.







7 comments:

  1. I'd love to come get some chestnuts! Just say when! I've only ever frozen them before, then pulled them out to use in a lovely creamy mushroom dish from an old bon appetit recipe. I suppose I need to change that.

    Happy belated birthday. Sounds like Brigid had quite the adventure and that you had a wonderful day.

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    1. I'll let you know when more have fallen! Bring your gloves because they are murderously prickly.

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  2. Happy birthday!
    I'm glad the bag and offspring made it back safely and all the other details worked out with the nuts, cake and being on call. Sounds so exhausting to need to be that accessible.

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  3. Happy belated birthday!

    My favorite way to eat chestnuts is roasted and salted, but I also like to toss them on salads or add them to oatmeal with chopped apples.

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    1. I never thought of them as an oatmeal topping. Awesome!

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  4. Happy birthday! My only experience with chestnuts is when my mom would buy them, cut an X in the bottom, oil them, roast them in the oven, and then we'd peal and eat them. I LOVED them! I grew up with a beautiful horse chestnut tree in a neighbor's yard --they are equally prickly, and really beautiful, even if they aren't edible. I'm glad Brigid made it home safe :-)

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