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... to borrow a phrase from [livejournal.com profile] crystal_storm.

Today was my last day of work. As of now, I'm not gainfully employed... And I have no idea when I might want to work again. It's all a little odd.

It started out with breakfast with two work friends who I regularly see on the bus (I had mushroom and gruyère omelette, mmm).

Then I did a small amount of work, checked a fix from last night that had worked except for one teensy issue, put in a tech service call, did a bit more work (and managed to finish the last of the update requests!), got a call from a tech about midday trying to figure out what I needed and then, in 15 minutes flat, he managed to fix the issue. I asked if it was okay to send him some extra user IDs to add to the htpassword file because some people had been having problems with access; he said, sure.

I went to lunch. The work end-of-year lunch. At Masani, on Drummond St. Let's just say it was five courses (appetiser, antipasto, primi, secundi, dolce) and divine. I'm not sure whether the asparagus with truffles was the highlight, or the roasted duckling in cherry sauce or the turkish delight sorbet with summer berries. The antipasto was pretty amazing too: roasted baby pigeon and crab and palm hearts. I'm sure it was even more amazing for the people who had wine with theirs.

My supervisor gave me a gift on behalf of everyone: a little all-in-one suit for Harper that says "Get up, Stand Up" in rasta colours and a T-shirt for Harper that says "I'll stop screaming when you sort out the planet", both in fairtrade organic cotton (bought from the shop on Nicholson St that someone mentioned on my last post about this). Utterly awesome!

Four and a half hours later, I waddled back to work. To a message from the tech guy saying he'd added all those users and could I just give him a call after I check it's working. I did. It was. At 4.59pm, on my last day, I sent out the message to the five department managers telling them that, miraculously, the project was live and functioning. By the skin of my teeth. I honestly thought I was going to have to hand that over to someone.

Doug called to tell me he had (painstakingly, via public transport, poor love) trekked out to Port Melbourne for me and retrieved the belly cast kit from the courier depot where it had ended up (they *claim* they tried to deliver it yesterday... but we think they are lying through their teeth). But yay! That means the plans for Sunday's belly cast party are all go.

Then I toddled off to the farewell bash for Jenny Lee, my old boss at the School of Culture and Communication who is accepting one of those voluntary redundancies the Arts faculty is handing out. The room was filled with old students of mine (*wave*) and with good friends: [livejournal.com profile] paracelsus , and [livejournal.com profile] p_cat , and [livejournal.com profile] matcha_pocky . I chatted for as long as I could but I knew I couldn't stay long because [livejournal.com profile] horngirl  was coming over to discuss housesitting.

[livejournal.com profile] journey2master  went to bed, exhausted, I ended the evening relaxing in a bath and chatting with [livejournal.com profile] crystal_storm  about life, the universe and everything.

An intense, full day. But a really wonderful one.

I finished my project! And I'm now a woman of leisure! Well, until the baby is born... that's when the real work starts!

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I have 3000 things I'm supposed to be doing and I don't seem to be getting most of them done... but it doesn't mean we can't eat well.

Last night's dinner was Yum.

Take one quarter of a free-range organic chicken (we used thigh, breast would work even better). With skin on, fry in a little olive oil to render the fat from the skin. Cook until chicken almost done. Remove meat from bone, chop and set aside. Boil water for pasta. Add chopped pumpkin, zucchini and mushroom to pan and fry until all vegetables are well done. Add chicken back in. Add rosemary and thyme and cook for a few more minutes. When pasta is almost ready, add chopped sorrel to chicken and vegetables. Cook until sorrel just 'melts'. Spoon sauce over pasta and drizzle with a tiny bit of olive oil, add salt and pepper to taste.

And to think this started with a 'what have we got in the fridge?'.

We both think this might work even better as a risotto but it sounded like too much work. Doug says it would also work just as a dish on its own served with crusty bread or something, because it has a very French taste to it.
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One thing about New York that is instantly evident in comparison to the mid-western towns we've been passing through is the quality of the food, although we did have one excellent example of unusually good road food in a little town called Le Claire on the Iowa side of the Mississippi. That was still effectively New York food, though, as the chef was a New Yorker who had, like us, stopped in Le Claire and seen that it was a lovely little town. He decided to stay and build a restaurant called Faithful Pilot, though, with superb duck (usually with blackberry pepper sauce but served with peach sauce for me because of the gluten issue), amazing mushroom spring rolls with soy ginger reduction, according to Doug, and delicious flourless chocolate cake.

In New York itself, we've had a great dinner with my cousins, Vanessa and David and David's partner Rachel at Thai Market on Amsterdam near 107th Street, where the fish was incredible (caramelized tamarind sauce with sweet chilli), the crab fried rice was just right and the tapioca pearls with coconut milk were delicate and subtle. The conversation there was also great, catching up with my cousins I haven't seen for more than a year, hearing about their adventures in the New York film industry -- Vanessa's been working with starlets on Japanese television commercials and is in charge of shutting down highways for helicopter shots for another one soon, David is in the process of finding satellite Internet for an entire newsroom that will be camped out in some warehouse somewhere for a special event. We gave them the presents we bought in Peru and they were well received. David and Rachel are also Burners so there was some talk about Paul Addis and various other burner things, and discussions of good vodka bars.

Then yesterday, Doug and I had breakfast at Café Mogador down the road from where we're staying with Matt in the East Village. Moroccan poached eggs with a spicy tomato sauce and fried potatoes done perfectly. Another spiced dipping sauce for Doug's pita bread; I just put it on my eggs. Matched perfectly with sweet Moroccan mint tea.

And for dinner, I asked Matt to find the gluten-free pizza place I'd heard about. It's called Risotteria and it's on Bleecker near 7th Ave. It was unbelievably good. The gluten-free breadsticks were soft and fluffy and you wouldn't know they weren't regular bread. The pizzas we had were roasted garlic prawns and gruyère and the second was mozzarella, portobello mushrooms and truffle oil. The crust was a little thin but held together and the toppings were superb. The lemon cheesecake and chocolate brownie were also great. We forgot to buy the packet mixes they sell so I guess we'll just have to go back (chocolate cupcake mix!).

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