and chat and goof off and laugh a lot and figure out what we're doing for the evening.
so we're sitting there
laughing like maniacs about something or nothing and everything
and aaron's making a grocery list.
because, actually, and this is a hilarious story
aaron sent me an email that says
"what are we doing friday night? jason's having a boys' night and i wanna go."
"i'm working. go. scratch. grunt. have fun."
so of course
aaron wants to make gourmet mac n cheese
the likes of which, actually, i'll post the recipe up here soon because i brought it to work to scan it in and get a solid pdf version of it. i mean, recipes from newspapers can only stay magnet-ed to a refrigerator for so long before they no longer work.
so aaron's taking gourmet mac n cheese to boys' night
so i picked the vanilla bean pint out of the freezer for me.
"let's add chocolate sauce to the list,"
aaron looks up.
"i have some," he says, "in the fridge."
i grab it.
and then i pause.
"how long has this been in here?" i pose, suspiciously.
aaron has a penchant for not throwing away things that NEED TO BE THROWN AWAY.
aaron ignores the question.
"this stuff never expires," he says, "like capers." <--another previous conversation where i pull a jar of capers out of the fridge that expired two years ago.
i ignore him.
i look on the bottle.
EXP SEPT 2009
AARON! This expired in SEPTEMBER of 2009!!
"this stuff never goes bad!" he says, and to prove his point, he pours a little on a spoon and gulps it.
i am apalled.
how COULD ANYONE have something sitting in their fridge FOR THREE YEARS that they've not bothered once to look at. how can you have a piece of ANYTHING sitting somewhere for three years AND NOT DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT?!
if i have crap that i don't use, that crap gets thrown away, re-purposed, re-organized, or goes into storage. i don't have crap sitting around that i don't need.
so this "exp 2009" thing is just so far beyond me that i'm dying laughing.
i look at aaron.
his eyes are twinkling.
i mean, he did just swallow a little spoonful of chemicals from 2009.
"what hospital should i take you to, before you pass out?" i ask him.
he laughs. pours himself a little more.
his lips turn down at the corner a wee bit.
"it's fine," he says.
"i'm not eating it," i say, "put chocolate syrup on the list."
we're at an impasse.
so aaron whips out the phone, and we call The Expert.
His mom, who is a pharmacist, a baker, a lady into all kinds of super cool things, and just awesome, in general.
She mirrors what Aaron says, "this stuff never expires," and he looks at me triumphantly.
We continue talking.
"Well, was it sitting out?" she asks. "There could be mold on the inside of the bottle. Things you can't see."
It wasn't sitting out, but the mold scares Aaron enough that he concedes.
"Okay we're both right," he says, and he's right, we are both right, although, technically, i'm totally completely more right because if someone would just get a bee out of his bonnet about having to be Right, then someone would realize that it's not a good idea to eat two eensy spoonfuls of three year old fake-chocolate flavored processed high fructose corn syrup.
but i'd be working non-stop at Taste of Belgium for the next five hours
and there's no way i could go to that shift without putting a teensy tinsy bit of fuel in my tank.
i just needed a bit.
and it needed to be carb-y.
so i looked at what we had.
and i looked at how much was left.
not a lot.
i poured about 1/2 of the eensy beensy bit of cheerios that was left into a bowl. it covered a little more than the bottom, but really! honestly! i didn't need a lot! i wasn't that hungry!
and then i looked at the bag.
there was still 1/2 an eensy beensy amount of cheerios left in the bag.
what to do with them?
do i eat them? i mean, it's 1/2 an eensy beensy amount. but if i eat them, then i've overeaten what i need and i just don't want that to become a pattern, ever.
do i toss them?
NO. of course not. i hate wasting food.
do i leave them?
that if aaron just so magically happened to want cheerios between this moment, and tomorrow morning, that he would be FLOORED. in all honesty, WHO LEAVE A 1/2 AN EENSY BEENSY BIT OF CHEERIOS IN THE BAG?
and i did.
i took my chances.
aaron had eat two bowls of cheerios that week, and we had three kinds of cereal. the odds were in my favor that he wouldn't want cheerios today, and i wouldn't have to over eat, and i would still have another meal for tomorrow. the odds were in my favor.
like i said
i took my chances.
later that night
i'm lying on the couch upstairs, exhausted.
aaron heads downstairs.
and i just know.
i hear the cabinet door open, i hear the box in his hand, and i hear him scream.
he comes upstairs, looks at me, and i look dead back at him:
**in my defense, i ended up explaining my rationale to aaron in the following moments as he stood dumbfounded that anyone would leave 1/2 an eensy beensy bit of cheerios in the bag. i even explained about "the odds in my favor," and "taking a risk that you weren't going to want cheerios tonight!" he just shook his head. "sure, it makes sense. in Allyson-World."
our front-of-house POS systems wouldn't send food tickets to the back.
that every time an order got punched into the system
it would randomly print the order
anywhere else but the kitchen.
thank god it was a tuesday.
if this was prime rush hour, this would have been a mess!
every order had to be ran to the back and validated with the kitchen.
and with lots of people running tickets back and forth
it got confusing.
my manager, andrew,
who is awesome, by the way
grabbed one of my tickets
as he was trying to fix the system.
"andrew has it."
twenty minutes later
i noticed my food still hadn't come out.
i went to table 401.
it was two little old ladies
walking ten feet from the bistro
to the theatre next door at 7:30.
"the kitchen sends their apologies,"
"we're having technical problems today."
"well we have a curtain to make at 7:30."
i looked at the clock.
it was 6:30.
this was not going to be a problem.
I will get you out of here right on time.
I talked to the kitchen.
Placed an order on the fly
and let it simmer.
Walked back through the bistro....
and out of the corner of my eye
caught Sassy Lady 1
FLASHING ME HER WRIST AND GESTURING TO HER WATCH.
I was a little taken aback.
Hadn't I just had this conversation with them? With the sassy ladies? Didn't I explain what was happening, tell them I was sorry, get their food expedited, and take care of them? I refilled their waters and checked on their wine. And now, as if I hadn't said a single damn thing to them, sassy lady 1 is flashing me the time of day.
I nodded to her, bustled back to the kitchen.
Shortly, our hostess for the night joins me
"those ladies..." she says, and I say I KNOW.
Sassy Ladies are giving Kate a hard time, too.
I walk out to the front.
The Ladies glare at me, pointedly, then sigh heavily and look away.
I walk over to the table.
Hello, could I get you another drink while we wait for your food? I've just checked, and it will be out in no time.
I don't know what was actually said to me (i don't speak old woman,) but it sounded condescending and as if i couldn't possibly know what i was doing and did i know they had a curtain to make at 7:30?
Yes, ma'am, I understand.
I checked their food.
Went and found my manager.
Asked him to make an appearance at the table with me.
The food arrived.
The manager talked.
They didn't listen.
They stared at their food and complained.
(fries? i don't want the fries! i didn't tell you, but i don't want them.)
so they got their food
and the service continued.
"how is your dinner," i asked.
and then they were ready to leave.
i had their checks waiting, presented them at 7:10, and they were ready to go.
for their parting shots
where sassy lady 1 who "is a teacher, so she knows," had taken it upon herself to school the hostess and myself about our performance in the restaurant that evening.
we both told her thank you and that we understood and that we hoped she enjoyed her show.
it was ridiculous.
these women obviously didn't listen to anyone at the bistro this evening.
she chose to believe that i was ignoring them, and their visit to our restaurant, instead of the reality, which is that our kitchen wasn't getting the info they needed, we were solving the problem, i was well aware of their misfortune, and i was looking for their food at all times. my manager re-iterated that, the hostess re-iterated that, everyone appeased them.
"look, you're a sweetheart, and we decided not to take this out of your tip, but i want to tell you that there are some people in the world who are not as kind as we are. that this looks like a nice place and you need to work to make the customers happy."
then she benevolently touched my shoulder and walked out.
i was just disgusted.
and i totally love people.
but selfish-ness i cannot abide.
anyway, sassy lady 1 left her credit card on my table so i walked next door and handed it back.
+ 1 service, my friends, + 1 service.
the bistro hosted an event
that BEGAN at ten p.m.
and included a lot of free food
nobody ordered a thing
the whole extra two hours i worked at the bistro after working all day long at my day job.
15 hour work day?
it was totally fun
because i love who i'm working with
(ray and jackie and andrew and justin and jeremy and david and phil)
i'm so tired i feel like i'm drunk today.
i'm chugging tea and juice and water
to get me un-dehydrated
and keeping my feet up.
oh! but i got us all free shift meals.
it wasn't my idea
it was ray's
that because we were working for an extra two hours
we should ask for a shift meal
but he didn't want to ask
and i always totally will
so i did
and i got 'em!
and we all have one shift meal sitting in the shift meal bank.
when he's standing next to a cheery blue book case and a lime green couch
stuffed in an elevator
on the second journey
to the house that he owns
that he's taken to calling "our home."
Six months ago
Aaron asked me to be his roommate.
then we started dating.
and six months later i'm bawling and crying because my work didn't pay me what they said they would (LESSON LEARNED, EVERYONE,) and Aaron looks at me and says, "you know.....you could always move in here if you wanted to. i want you in here with me, if things start falling apart."
and then i thought about it for two weeks
my apartment! my pretty things! my bills!
and then moved in asap.
aaron and i wrote a co-habitant agreement
and i spent the week moving my boxes o' stuff, over.
and then, last night, last night!
we got it all moved over
and i turned in my keys.
"i live with you now," i said, to aaron, and we hugged.
so that's it!
i moved in!
loads more stories about life as a young couple to come!