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Food Porn

Tuesday, September 8th, 2009

Changing tactics from my liberal ranting of the past 48 hours (I’ve lost two friends on Facebook … can’t figure out which ones, though.  It’s entirely possible that it’s the notoriously unreliable friend counter, but I prefer to think I’ve annoyed people), I’ve decided to go the food porn route.

I had a dinner party on Sunday.*  At the request of my guests, it was the long-promised Greek dinner party (that is, a dinner party where Greek food is served, not … well, whatever your mind came up with).

And so, let’s do some food porn!

Here was the menu:

Mezze course:

feta cheese
Greek and California olives
Greek pepperoncini
pita crisps
bissara (Egyptian fava bean dip)
hummus
grape leaves
tzatziki

Main course:

Pastitsio
Spanakopita

Dessert:

Baklava

As usual for me, I tend to wayyy over plan dinner parties, so I decided to cut out the soup course (it would have been lentil soup) because, well, there was too much food as it was.

So.  Food porn.

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Thursday night I rolled the grape leaves.  The recipe that I used is from this book: Little Foods of the Mediterranean: 500 Fabulous Recipes for Antipasti, Tapas, Hors d’Oeuvres, Meze, and More.  I didn’t take any photos, you see, because it was a repetitive boring task, and the best way to deal with those is to drink while doing it.  Which means that I was a little … um, my hands were wet, and I didn’t want to hold the camera with wet slimy hands.

That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

Friday night, I soaked the fava beans and garbanzo beans for the various dips, and made the baklava.  (If you need to see how that worked, just check out my last 12 of 12).

Saturday morning it was time to make the bissara and hummus.

Bissara is an Egyptian fava bean dip.  Egyptians use fava beans — fuul in the local parlance — in the same way that the people of “Greater Syria” use the chick pea (also: garbanzo bean, in Arabic both the legume and the dip that’s made from it are called hummus).  You find hummus, and its eggplant-based cousin (known more popularly as baba gannouj, although in Greek it’s melitzanosalata) in Greek food.  Oddly, although fava beans are all over Greek food, bissara is not found on the Greek table.  It is, however, one of the few parts of Egyptian food that I like (I love Egypt, but Egyptian food is never … ever … going to be the next great thing on the world foodie scene).  The recipe came out of the above book.

I chose to make it anyway (food porn above).  It’s fava beans cooked onions, garlic, cilantro, dill, mint, parsley, pureed, and then cooked again with coriander, cumin, and cayenne.  It was a decent hit.

I also made the hummus on Saturday.  I’d never made it with dried beans before (instead of cans).  I kind of liked the way it turned out.  The recipe came from Anne-Marie Weiss Armush’s classic The Arabian Delights Cookbook: Mediterranean Cuisines from Mecca to Marrakesh.  It has attracted praise from actual Middle Eastern people, so I hold it in high esteem.

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Spanakopita.  Classic Greek mezze: spinach and various salty cheeses (feta, kefalotyri, and myzitra) in phyllo.  I made it Saturday evening.  This is my yia yia’s recipe, and it’s extremely variable — she wasn’t particularly the kind of cook who measured as she went.

And now, for the piece de resistance: Pastitsio.  It’s a sort of Greek lasagne.  Yia yia enjoyed the pastitsio, but she never made it, so I had to find another recipe to use (other than the one in the 1960s era cookbook I inherited, the one written before health care professionals started recommending against using lard and butter in copious amounts).

I used (and adapted) this recipe right here.  The taste is spot-on, however the white sauce that the recipe links to never actually set during the cooking process.  My guests didn’t notice, but I did.

Pastitsio (Greek Lasagne)

Here’s what you need:

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  • 1 1/2 pounds of tubular pasta (in this case, I used Pastitsio #2, acquired from the local Mediterranean market.  You can also use ziti or straight macaroni.  Do not use elbow macaroni.  I will come find you and beat you with a wooden spoon.)
  • 1 cup of olive oil
  • 2 cloves of garlic, finely minced
  • 1 1/4 cup of chopped onion
  • 1 pound lean ground beef
  • 1 pound ground lamb
  • 2 cans diced tomatoes, drained
  • 1 1/2 teaspoons of ground cinnamon
  • 6 whole cloves
  • salt
  • pepper
  • 1 1/2 cups of grated kefalotyri cheese
  • béchamel sauce with cheese or basic béchamel

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Sauté the onions until translucent in 2 tablespoons of olive oil in a large heavy-bottomed frying pan.

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Add meat.  Cook until lightly brown, stirring to break it up.

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Add the tomatoes, cinnamon, cloves, garlic, salt, and pepper and stir well to combine. Reduce heat and simmer until liquid has been absorbed, about 30-35 minutes. This is very important–the meat mixture should be as dry as possible without sticking to the bottom of the pan. Set meat mixture aside, uncovered, and allow to cool.

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Preheat oven to 350F. Lightly grease a baking or roasting pan approximately 11 X 14 X 3 inches high. The height of the pan is actually very important–the sauce has to go on thickly.  It turned out that I didn’t have a pan high enough and so … well, I had to throw half of the white sauce out (although it wasn’t a major loss).

Boil the pasta, drain, toss with olive oil to keep from sticking together.

Now, your Greek mother who has nothing else to do … or your gay Greek dude throwing a fabulous dinner party to impress his friends with his cooking ability (which, given his inability to dance, dress particularly well, fix up his single straight friends with his other single straight friends, and his complete intolerance for shopping excursions longer than 30 minutes in length is pretty much ALL HE HAS LEFT) … will line up half of the pasta in nice, neat rows, and sprinkle it with 1/2 cup of kefalotyri.

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Layer on the meat sauce.  Sprinkle with another 1/2 cup of the kefalotyri.  Line up the remaining pasta.

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Make the white sauce … just not the one attached to the about.com recipe.  Find a recipe for bechamel and make it.

Pour the bechamel on top — this is why you need the pan to be 3 inches tall.  You’ll wind up with 1/2 inch or so of sauce that will puff up as it cooks.

Bake for 30 minutes.  Then rotate the pan 180 degrees, sprinkle on the remaining 1/2 cup of cheese, and bake for 15-30 minutes more until the top is golden brown.

Pastitsio is served warm, not hot — you don’t want to serve it right out of the oven.

The final food porn: the set table:

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My Turkish mezze platter:

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Grape leaves and tzatziki.  I love garlic, but … well, I may have finally met my match on garlic.  10 cloves of garlic is a bit much for 17.5 ounces of Greek yogurt (also: 2 tablespoons of minced fresh dill and one cucumber, seeded, peeled, grated, and drained).

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And yes … there are leftovers.  And man … it was yummy :)

* OK, let’s get this out of the way: given my current record of promising and then delivering dinner parties, you need to have known me for at least eight years before you can expect to actually be invited to one.  So, no, you weren’t invited, and it’s not because I don’t like you.  It’s just because I haven’t known you for eight years yet.

Here, there, everywhere

Friday, July 3rd, 2009

I’m currently sitting in seat 5B on an AnadoluJet flight from Ankara to Sanli Urfa in the southeast part of Turkey.  We’ve been moving rather quickly these past couple of days — while we were sitting in the airport in Antalya, from whence we departed just a couple of hours ago, we had to take a moment to reflect on the fact that we have been in the country all of three days.  It feels like we’ve been here much longer.

In all honesty, this program has gone much better than I had let myself hope.  The organization that I’m working with is somewhat legendary for packing the itineraries on these trips so full that at least half of the participants wind up having to sit out a day or two due to illness incurred from lack of sleep.  Hence, I’m rather pleased that it does appear that they listened to my pleas not to overschedule the program, even if at first glance it may not have appeared as such.

When last I checked in, I was on an early morning flight to Izmir, Turkey’s third largest city.  I’ve never actually been to Izmir, and that, unfortunately, didn’t really change this time either.  We were met at Adnan Menderes airport and boarded a bus from which we went directly to the Greco-Roman city of Ephesus, an hour south.

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This was the group photo that we took that somehow I never wound up actually being in.  (“Hang on, I’m going to use my timer … where are you all going?”)  Oh, well.

There are, for the record, a lot more photos on my Flickr account.  As I’m doing most of my blogging offline, it’s very difficult for me to link to them from here, but check them out, OK?

Where was I?  Ephesus.  It’s a large old city, and I’ve been there before.  Still looks old.  The new attractions this time around were that the very large amphitheater was open (last time it was closed), although I walked in, took one look, and realized that I would have given myself heatstroke walking up to the top.  Instead, I discovered the other new attraction: Royal Caribbean and Celebrity Cruises pay local people to dress up like Romans and act out cheese-tastic skits for their passengers coming in from the nearby port of Kusadasi.

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This appeared to be a swordfighting match – it was kind of hard to tell, since the two fighters just yelled a lot a la Conan the Barbarian.  I guess that’s what you have to do with such a multilingual crowd.

After Ephesus, we went up the hill to the Meryamane Evi, the house where it is reputed where the Virgin Mary lived her last years in this earthy existence.  Most of you probably do not recall (as I don’t think I blogged it at the time), but the last time I was at Meryamane, one of the people in my group pitched a complete and utter fit in the parking lot because one of the interpretive signs at the site said that Mary lived there “until she died.”  As good Catholics know (and this woman was a better Catholic than you, and wanted everyone to know it) Mary did not die — she fell asleep and was lifted into heaven by angels.  The fact that she had earlier sneered that Eastern Orthodoxy was still full of superstitious beliefs that had been removed from Catholicism was an irony lost only on her.

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Anyway, as pieces of real estate went, Mary had a pretty nice one.  It’s set on a hilltop just outside where the walls of the city of Ephesus would have been located amongst the fir trees and pleasant flowering vines, and it catches a nice sea breeze coming in off of the Aegean Sea.  I should be so lucky.

Then came the visit to the pottery factory.  I’m always resistant to these sorts of “quick visits to a local factory” because they inevitably turn into sales pitches, but it wasn’t bad as these things go … and it turns out that membership has its privileges.  She knew the group we were with and offered us a 50% discount on the spot.  Unfortunately, that means that most of it was still out of my price range, but …

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Purdy, ain’t it?

After that, lunch at a ranch … that turned out to just be a ranch.  No actual house there — we thought we had been invited to someone’s home for lunch, and that turned out not to be the case.  They did, however, have a random yurt in the yard, which got us going on at length about words that are fun to say — “yurt” being one of them.

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Yurt!

So, after the yurt excursion, we did a double-shot in Selcuk to the site of the Basilica of St. John and the so-called Jesus Mosque.  The problem with the first is that they don’t actually know who St. John was — they’re not sure if it’s the Apostle, the one who wrote the Gospels, the one who wrote Revelation, or a completely different John.

It’s a prettier site than I remembered, though:

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Next door is the mosque of Isabey.  Isa is the Islamic name of Jesus, but despite the fact that everyone said it was the Jesus mosque, it turns out that it was named for some guy who lived in the thirteenth century named — you guessed it, Isabey.  Close, but no cigar.

After that was our first visit to a school on this trip, which was interesting.  As of now, we’ve had three with a fourth pending.

Shortly after the school visit, it was back to Adnan Menderes airport for a flight to Antalya that arrived at 11:30 pm.  Exhausted,we trundled off to the Marmara Hotel, which turned out to be a five star deluxe on the coast (not to be confused with “the beach”).  But when your coast looks like this, who cares?

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The day was fraught with various ventures: morning visit to the Antalya Museum, followed by lunch at a local school, followed by a walking tour of old Antalya that lasted for three whole blocks.  Again, when the blocks look like this, who am I to complain?

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This was followed by the inevitable shopping excursion to a carpet store.  The guide was very sneaky on that front — after consulting with our hosts, the four of us had unanimously decided that there would be no carpet shopping.  Then prayer time came and the three of them went into a nearby mosque to pray …and so the tour guide suggested that a nice place to wait for them might be the carpet shop.  Ha ha!  I went into the mosque and sat in the air conditioning instead.  If I buy a carpet — and that’s a big if — I’ll do it in Istanbul at the end.  I’m flirting with overweight luggage flying domestically in Turkey and I don’t need that weighing on my conscious.

I’m going to wrap up this narrative here.  At the moment it’s half past midnight in Sanliurfa (see map), and although I’m wide awake, balancing a hot laptop on my stomach isn’t the best thing to do to get ready for bed.  More later …

12 of 12: June 2009

Friday, June 12th, 2009

It is time, oh yes it is, for 12 of 12!

7:10 am: My capitol is bigger than your capitol.

June (1 of 12)

I’ve been running a workshop all week, and it’s on the other side of campus, necessitating my taking a different freeway into work in the morning.  I forget that the other freeway has splendid views of downtown, including the Texas State Capitol building, which is something like eight feet taller than the US Capitol building in Washington, DC.  On purpose.

7:17 am: It’s a religion.

June (2 of 12)

As I approach the building where the workshop is being held, I realize that it’s been overshadowed by the extension to the football stadium (that’s American football, not what the rest of the world calls football).  I think at this point that the stadium can now comfortably seat France.

11:50 am: Winding down the last session

June (3 of 12)

It’s been a long week.  I was ready for it to be over…

12:20 pm: Stragglers.

June (4 of 12)

Look, I know that I said we needed your evaluation forms, but could you write faster?  I want to go home!!

12:46 pm: Homeward bound.

June (5 of 12)

I couldn’t even be bothered to stop by my office and collect my mail and drop off the extras from the workshop.  I’ll do it Monday.  It’s pretty much traditional at this point (after 11 years) that the last day of the big summer workshop ends at noon, and we all go straight home.  We’ve earned the overtime over the past four days.

1:21 pm: Naptime.

June (6 of 12)

“Nap” is Mocha’s second favorite word.  Man, I needed it, too.

3:43 pm: Trying to put it all back where it was.

June (7 of 12)

I used my laptop as the presentation machine for the workshop, and trying to put it all back the way it was is annoying.  I still can’t find the lovely image that I had as my desktop wallpaper.  (For the record, I hadn’t updated the weather widget on my desktop before I shot this – it was actually 97 degrees (37 for those who speak Celsius)).

4:18 pm: Waiting.

June (8 of 12)

Mocha likes to sit on the sofa and stare out the window, waiting for people to go by or, in this case, for Ray to come home from work because she knows that she doesn’t get taken for a walk until we’re both home.  It doesn’t stop her from trying to convince one of us to take her anyway.

7:02 pm: Walking Daddy.

June (9 of 12)

“Walk” is Mocha’s favorite word.  The concept of “it’s too bloody hot” does not register with her.  And so, Ray and I go out in the heat.

7:51 pm: Church.

June (10 of 12)

This is Ray’s temple: Fry’s Electronics.  We go to worship there weekly when the weekend sales happen.

This time, I did a little shopping of my own: I discovered a copy of Eros Ramazzotti’s new album Ali e Radici on sale.  Since the copy I have wasn’t entirely acquired through legal means, I figured I’d try to go legit …

8:35 pm: Pho.

June (11 of 12)

Technically, this is mi, not pho, but … well, whatever.

8:46 pm: Storm clouds.

June (12 of 12)

Leaving the pho place, we can see tonight’s line of thunderstorms coming.  Last night was a pretty intense squall line, complete with hail and threats of tornadoes…  Kinda hoping tonight we just get rain.

Happy 12th everyone!

P.S.  My self-appointed critic wants me to load up some of the photos that he took today (with my camera).  I’m kind of a purist – I feel like I ought to take all my 12 of 12s myself…

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Do I even need to explain why I didn’t use this one??  :P

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Ray didn’t like this photo because I wasn’t smiling. That’s actually why I like it – my “photo smile” doesn’t look anything like my real smile.

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12 of 12: May 2009

Tuesday, May 12th, 2009

It’s time, once again, for 12 of 12!

This month … the 12th falls once again on a Tuesday.  I’ll admit it, fellow 12ers, I’m tapped out.  I’m out of ideas on how to make a normal Tuesday in the office seem interesting, so this month I played around with post-processing and making the photos look cool after the fact.  Nearly all of these are presets for Lightroom that have been developed by the very cool Matt Kloskowski — if you like them, check out his Web site and download your own.

Anyway …

6:50 am: Tollway to heaven?

May09-1

On the way to work …

7:47 am: Wasting Water

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OK, maybe not.  The University does collect all of its wastewater and use it in the campus-wide cooling system.  But, damn, do they have to water those stupid ferns every morning?  It’s starting to look like Jurassic Park!

7:48 am: Iconic Architecture

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The Texas Union and the Tower atop the Main Building.  Doesn’t get more picture postcard-y than that!  I’ve said it before, but it bears repeating: my undergraduate institution looked like something that Stalin might have built to subdue Poland, so I do enjoy the limestone and red clay-tile roofs.

7:51 am: Stephen F. Austin is a Zombie!

May09-4

OK, I give up.  What do you think this mural is saying?

7:53 am: Shadow and Light

May09-5

The lady at Jamba Juice was taking too long to make my smoothie, so I started making her nervous by taking a picture of the shadow pattern on the floor.  That’ll learn ‘er.

8:49 am: Ready to work … ?

May09-6

We’re getting ready to publish a new edition of the book Year of the Elephant by the Moroccan writer Laila Abouzeid.  I offered to fund part of the publication if we can market the books to classrooms, which necessitates writing a study guide.  Somehow that wound up being my job.  So, I’m sitting here trying to send “go away” vibes while reading the book and taking copious notes.  The problem is that this tactic never works — I don’t really have space in my office to spread out while I read, but people interrupt me if I use the conference table.  I’ve got to find a better place to work on stuff like this.

10:25 am: Facebook silliness!

May09-7

Which Middle Eastern Dictator Am I?  Turns out I’m Hafez al-Asad from Syria!  Armed with this information, I can now safely declare my life complete.  (I would have guessed King Hussein of Jordan, but whatevs.)

3:11 pm: Playin’ with Clay

May09-8

I’m supposed to give a talk in a few weeks on “the Islamic City,” and, unlike other talks, I’ve decided not to wait until the last second to think about what I want to say on the topic.  However, there’s a bit of a problem with the ability to work uninterrupted that I previously mentioned.

But, look!  This guy who wrote this book made models of the city plans of the 7th century Arab cities with clay, and he published them in his book.  That’s so cool!  I want to do that.  I could … and probably have … drawn maps of medieval Cairo on cocktail napkins.

Why, yes, I am a massive dork.  Why do you ask?

5:31 pm: Doggie grin

May09-9

It’s already too hot to walk Mocha in the afternoons – it’s been in the mid 90s for the past two weeks (mid 30s for those of you who speak Celsius).  I’m trying to train her to get used to evening walks, but she still follows me around the second I get home.  It’s always me when she wants a walk, and Ray when she wants food.

5:35 pm: Baby Limes

May09-10

I’m trying not to be the obsessive plant stalker and inspecting my garden every day … just every few days.  I’ve got some Hungarian wax peppers almost ready to pick, and the lime tree has little baby limes all over it.  They’re about the size of a pistachio right now, but they’ll get there…all at once.  And then I’ll have to figure out what to do with dozens of limes.

6:03 pm: Party Planning

May09-11

Ray’s birthday is coming up, and so there will be a party.  I’m trying to make a shopping list so that I can hit the grocery tomorrow because Thursday evening will be spent wrapping jalapeños in bacon.  If you haven’t tried it, don’t knock it.

This is the fun kind of homework.  Certainly more fun than this:

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Yeah, I brought my work home with me.  Ray has to study tonight for his macroeconomics final, so I figured I’d make some productive use of the quiet time.  And I’d probably better stop posting my 12 of 12 and actually get to it!

Happy 12th everyone!

Pain in the Butt

Thursday, April 2nd, 2009

Yes, it’s another post surgery post.  Sorry, guys, I’m not really feeling that imaginative lately, but everyone I’ve told the following story has laughed hysterically, so here goes.

The day that I had my surgery–just to refresh, it was gastro-intestinal, and it was the sort of procedure that involves the phrase “go up through” as opposed to “cut into”–the nurse who handled the discharge handed me a massive sheaf of papers that were my “post-care” instructions.  The ones I really cared about were the prescription for painkillers and anti-inflammation drugs.  “Now this,” she said, handing me yet another piece of paper, “is your pharmacy checklist.”

We’ve previously discussed my love of pharmacies.  Moving on.

The list included the usual sorts of things that one would expect for gastro-intestinal surgery: fiber tablets to keep one “regular,” pills to, um, soften things up, pills to unblock things, and then there was an item cryptically labeled “ADR pads.”

“What is an ADR pad?” I asked, innocently.
“It’s like a maxi-pad for your butt.”
“Excuse me?”
“it’s like a maxi-pad, but it’s shaped for the rear portion of your anatomy.”
Blank look.
“Honey, there’s going to be bleeding and discharge.  Do you want that in your drawers?”

“No … ” I said, thinking that I hadn’t quite thought it through when celebrating my big spring cleaning accomplishment of clearing out my underwear drawer of all of the sets of thread-worn undies with holes and failing elastic.  Had I but waited a month …

“So, you’re going to want ADR pads.  And, frankly, if you can’t find those, you can always just”–snicker–”use a straight-up normal maxi-pad like the rest of us.”

Fab-you-luss.

On the way home, we hit the pharmacy and I turned in my prescriptions, and then wandered up and down the aisles looking for the items on my shopping list (seriously, have you seen the price on Metamucil lately??) before finally coming to the last one.  Now, if I were an “ADR pad,” where would I be?

I decided to look in the aisle with the Depends.  After all, nothing screams “embarrassment” like anyone under the age of “still breathing” spending lots of time in the adult diaper section debating the pros and cons of different products:

“This one says it’s for men!”
“Yeah, that’s because they put extra padding in the front.  You need it in the back.”
“You know, I think you can get a little more volume if you speak from the diaphragm.  There may be someone in the produce section who didn’t hear that.”
“You embarrass too easily.”
“If you were in my shoes, would you want people knowing that?”
“No.  But I’m not in your shoes, so it’s funny.”

As I turned around to peruse the other side of the aisle, where the tampons were kept, Ray decided that we had had enough searching on our own and announced that he was going to ask for help.

I followed, hobbling along as quickly as I could.  By the time I got to the counter, he had already managed to flag someone in the pharmacy.

“Do you carry ADR pads?”
“What?” asked the pharmacist.
“ADR pads.”
“They’re–” I started to explain.
“They’re like a tampon, but for your butt,” said my loving partner, who is just too innocent in these matters.  (For my gayboy readers: if you don’t know why this is funny, ask a close female friend, but first make sure that there is no possible way she can file sexual harassment charges against you.)
Off of the pharmacist’s look of pure horror, I said, “No, it’s a pad.”
“Oh,” Ray said, “Is a tampon the one that you–”
“Yes,” I said.  “This is more like a maxi-pad for your butt.”
“For anal leakage,” Ray added.

I’m sure that the pharmacist thought we were putting her on, but just to be certain, the following conversation was had between the pharmacist and her colleague in the back.  Extremely loudly.  The type of loud that you’re pretty sure can be heard in the parking lot.

“Sonia?”
“Yes?”
“Have you ever heard of Anal Leakage Pads?”
“Anal Leakage Pads?  I’ve never heard of such a thing.  What are they for?”
“Well, this gentleman standing right here in front of me is asking about–what are they called?”
“ADR pads,” I said, very meekly and kind of wishing there was something that I could hide behind.
“–ADR pads.  Have you ever heard of those?”
“And they’re for anal leakage?”
“I suppose so.  Yeah, they’re for anal leakage.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard of anything like that specifically for anal leakage.  I mean, we have a bunch of absorbent pads, but I don’t know of anything specifically marketed for anal leakage, no.”
“Yeah, I’ve never heard of anything for anal leakage either.  Hey, did you see where he went?”

Retelling this story now … I realize what a fortunate thing it was, indeed, that the anesthetic from the operation was still kind of with me at that point. And no, I will not tell you what I wound up going home with.

And so.

I realized well after the fact that I had completely misheard my surgeon when we were discussing the procedure in the first place.  He had told me that most people only have to take a couple of days off and are back at work in just a few days.  I clearly heard “back at work” as “healed completely,” which is most definitely not the case.

I went back to work on Tuesday of this week, but I’m still hobbling about. I’ve been using my brand new monopod that I bought with the gift certificates I got for my birthday as a cane (haven’t actually used it with my camera yet).  If nothing else, it reminds me to walk slowly.  There are still good days and bad days, but slowly I’m starting to get better.  Which was kind of the purpose in the first place :)

 

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