Since AKS(y) was round, and he'd eaten Trader Joe's veggie biryani the night before, I figured I'd cook something good. In maybe-related occurrence, the potatoes, onions and bell peppers in my fridge had gotten really really old and needed to be used or they'd go bad in a matter of days. So I made chips chili with onions, bell pepper, ketchup, and fennel seeds.
Made scrambled eggs the french way, plus toasted tonnes of seeded beds for brunch. So filling, so yummy, so comforting.
Spent hours and hours talking to A about his future plans, recommendation for grad school, what he wants to do in Nepal, and the impossibility of succeeding in Nepal due to the lack of options.
We walked to Volunteer park, I took three rounds, A did just two.
I'd gotten 7-grain rice (4 lentils, chickpea, brown rice, quinoa, jasmine rice) soaking since the morning, so I put them in the pressure cooker with a bunch of spices. Added sour and hot spices to a pot, made some gundruk and chopped it and put it back in the pot to make a wonderful gundruk stew to be eaten with dhido rice. I messed up the gundruk though, dumped black eye beans, even though they weren't soaked or pressure cooked, so spent a very long time cleaning the food of those ingredients because that was not meant to be a part of the process.
Anyway we had the dinner and it was shockingly filling, we watched peep show on the tv after eating and I fell asleep in the living room at 9.15 ish, and that too even barely.
It was a sound sleep day after work, turns out.
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