Thursday, January 14, 2010

essence of a thursday

Preliminary side story: Putting up decorations that go against all of my principles of style is a regular aspect of my job. The inner conflict this creates within my psyche is a tricky one to balance. For example, while shopping online for new decor on Tuesday, my boss requested my opinion regarding the "tumbling leprechauns" and "plush monkeys" she was considering for purchase from the Oriental Trading Company catalog. Regarding physics decor, my opinion doesn't count, so I end up agreeing upon the purchase of frightening decor far more often than I feel comfortable doing so. Tuesday, I decided that I could no longer endorse such investments, so I coined the "well, they go with our other decorations" line in response to my boss's inquiries. This is a completely true statement and keeps me from contributing to the putting of stuffed pink primates in our display cases. Unfortunately for our display cases, we will soon be receiving supplements to our Valentine's and President's day decor, and I will feel minimal guilt for contributing to their presence.

And now to my originally intended post:

Being one who thoroughly enjoys domesticity, being able to help make 18 apples pies at work yesterday was a pleasure. Contrary to physics department protocol, we made homemade crusts! I was in heaven. However, after mixing up light, flaky, completely unprocessed pie crusts, I was dismayed to find the filling for our pies sitting in the corner of the kitchen in a tub. A big, plastic, three gallon tub. Out of morbid curiosity, my co-workers and I read off the ingredients. The top two on the list were preservative-ridden apples and high-fructose corn syrup. Throughout the baking stages, my co-worker Lesley and I noticed that when high fructose corn syrup boils out of its pie shell and becomes exposed to direct oven heat, the composition changes interestingly. We found that the cooked syrup could be peeled from the sides of the pan, similarly to how one would peel off rubber cement or silly putty. In response to our concerns that the filling may not be edible, boss Shelena swore up and down that syrupy filling baked safely inside the pie shells retained its proper composure. I'm a trusting person, so today Lesley and I mustered up our courage and each tried a slice of the pie. I'm normally opposed to eating desserts that require courage to taste, but I was hungry and feeling daring.

The verdict: I'm trying to forget about what I ate and move past this poor choice.

On a happier note, I bought my very first baking ingredients canisters! Now I can make fructose-free baked goods with fresh, easily accessible flour. No more scooping out of messy bags for me! The canisters came in a four-pack from Walmart; flour, sugar, and dehydrated refried beans claim three, and I'm keeping the fourth open for when a need arises. I really really love them. I made a batch of biscuits tonight to celebrate.

And to top off my day, Mom and I caught each other on the phone after a tiring round of phone tag. We enjoyed a full conversation and it was wonderful. Love you, Mom!

*What was the flavor of your Thursday?

4 comments:

michelle said...

I don't even know where to start with this!

I can definitely see the inner turmoil that those decorations would engender. And again I ask, what does everyone else in the department think of all that scariness??

I don't even like fresh apple pie, so your tale of the canned pie filling is kind of activating my gag reflex. I will say that the crust looks all kinds of flaky!

My Thursday was a cleaning, laundry, baking bread kind of day. I knew you would approve.

Denise said...

I love the photo of you talking to me! I confess I am left speechless by the pink monkeys and think your response is perfect. They will, in fact, go perfectly with the other decor in the Physics Department.

My Thursday, as you already know, was nice because I didn't go to work. I got the rest of Sarah's dance team outfits all cut out!

Jill said...

The physics department decor is disturbing, as is the thought that school money is paying for it.

I don't like cooked fruit, so apple pie holds no appeal to me (other than for the smell) but a vat of processed filling sounds truly nasty.

I'm so glad you and your mom were able to catch up with each other!

Jill said...

I failed to include info about my Thursday...I cleaned, I made lasagna and bread, I blogged, I mailed and I watched American Idol finally.