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Trogdor strikes again
Oct. 17th, 2004 01:20 amI got a call after minyan on Friday morning. It was Ari Levine. He was supposed to be making chicken for my meal last night, but they didn't have any chicken in Fresh Grocer while he was there, and the shipment was coming in while he had a 5 hour lab. Would I make the chicken if he paid me back and everything?
Well my options were few, considering people needed food for my meal. So of course I said I'd do it, even though I was a bit annoyed, and had already made 2 deli rolls and couscous for my meal (not to mention organizing the whole thing). I supposed if it had been someone else who had done this to me I would have been a lot more pissed off. But Ari Levine can get away with it.
I also had to buy food for shalshuddis, so I knew I couldn't carry everything back by myself, and needed someone to go to fresh grocer with me after Hebrew ended at 2. (Shabbat started 6-ish). I posted to the newsgroup.
So after Hebrew got out I went back to my room. Ariela was doing laundry and stuff, so I was waiting. I had gotten an e-mail in reply to my post from this Israeli guy Sagi Benbasat, who said he was probably going around then. I called and left a message, and waited.
Yosef said he was going to fresh grocer to at around 3:00ish, and I didn't want to wait any longer, so when he was done getting dressed at like 3:30 Ariela and I, in our Hobbit Army-ness invaded 403.
When we were about to go, Sagi called me. Yosef had class at 4:15, so he wanted to not come along after all. So I told Sagi to meet me in the highrise. He said he'd be 20 minutes.
At 3:40ish he called again, and said he'd be another 20 minutes, so I told him to meet me at fresh grocer. I did most of my shopping when he came at 4:10ish. There were some things I couldn't find, but eventually got them or gave up. We got out at like 4:40. Sagi rocks.
The chicken was in the oven by 5:00, and I cut my hair and took a shower. Though at 5:55 the chicken was still undercooked. I turned the oven up a bit. I was freaking out because I really did not want to miss kabbalat Shabbat, after having 4 weeks without it, and a whole summer not at Penn. So I went to 407 and asked the prefrosh there to turn off the oven for me [turning off our ovens isn't breaking shabbas, and we still had a bit to go]. They said sure.
I had an uneasy feeling. And there was very little singing at kabbalat Shabbat. I was very disappointed. I should have just stayed in my room. Though I suppose I wouldn't have known there was no singing.
After maariv, Simone ran in and told me that the fire alarm had gone off and there had been smoke, but she called maintenance. I ran back as fast as I could with Allison. I saw Peretz on the way, who had turned down my oven and turned the fans on and opened the windows to get the smoke out.
2 trays of chicken were fine. 2 were burnt to a crisp. I don't mean burnt on top. I mean the whole pan was black. The sauce had hardened around it, into one big giant chicken mold. I sent Allison back to get people, and turned off the oven completely, and went to my room and cried. Gwen and Alex came in, having just returned, and tried to console me, but I was really upset. This was my first meal. There wasn't going to be enough food. The chicken was burnt to a crisp. No one would invite me to a meal because I had messed up so badly.
Isaac Dayan and Ari Levine got in, and they thought the charred chicken looked cool. Ari was really sorry for having dumped this all on me, but of course I forgave him. It wasn't really his fault...
Eventually we got everything up and started the meal. There was more than enough food, and besides me ripping my skirt, everything went fine and a good time was had by all.
So my first meal was a success, and I may even have another one, eventually.
Well my options were few, considering people needed food for my meal. So of course I said I'd do it, even though I was a bit annoyed, and had already made 2 deli rolls and couscous for my meal (not to mention organizing the whole thing). I supposed if it had been someone else who had done this to me I would have been a lot more pissed off. But Ari Levine can get away with it.
I also had to buy food for shalshuddis, so I knew I couldn't carry everything back by myself, and needed someone to go to fresh grocer with me after Hebrew ended at 2. (Shabbat started 6-ish). I posted to the newsgroup.
So after Hebrew got out I went back to my room. Ariela was doing laundry and stuff, so I was waiting. I had gotten an e-mail in reply to my post from this Israeli guy Sagi Benbasat, who said he was probably going around then. I called and left a message, and waited.
Yosef said he was going to fresh grocer to at around 3:00ish, and I didn't want to wait any longer, so when he was done getting dressed at like 3:30 Ariela and I, in our Hobbit Army-ness invaded 403.
When we were about to go, Sagi called me. Yosef had class at 4:15, so he wanted to not come along after all. So I told Sagi to meet me in the highrise. He said he'd be 20 minutes.
At 3:40ish he called again, and said he'd be another 20 minutes, so I told him to meet me at fresh grocer. I did most of my shopping when he came at 4:10ish. There were some things I couldn't find, but eventually got them or gave up. We got out at like 4:40. Sagi rocks.
The chicken was in the oven by 5:00, and I cut my hair and took a shower. Though at 5:55 the chicken was still undercooked. I turned the oven up a bit. I was freaking out because I really did not want to miss kabbalat Shabbat, after having 4 weeks without it, and a whole summer not at Penn. So I went to 407 and asked the prefrosh there to turn off the oven for me [turning off our ovens isn't breaking shabbas, and we still had a bit to go]. They said sure.
I had an uneasy feeling. And there was very little singing at kabbalat Shabbat. I was very disappointed. I should have just stayed in my room. Though I suppose I wouldn't have known there was no singing.
After maariv, Simone ran in and told me that the fire alarm had gone off and there had been smoke, but she called maintenance. I ran back as fast as I could with Allison. I saw Peretz on the way, who had turned down my oven and turned the fans on and opened the windows to get the smoke out.
2 trays of chicken were fine. 2 were burnt to a crisp. I don't mean burnt on top. I mean the whole pan was black. The sauce had hardened around it, into one big giant chicken mold. I sent Allison back to get people, and turned off the oven completely, and went to my room and cried. Gwen and Alex came in, having just returned, and tried to console me, but I was really upset. This was my first meal. There wasn't going to be enough food. The chicken was burnt to a crisp. No one would invite me to a meal because I had messed up so badly.
Isaac Dayan and Ari Levine got in, and they thought the charred chicken looked cool. Ari was really sorry for having dumped this all on me, but of course I forgave him. It wasn't really his fault...
Eventually we got everything up and started the meal. There was more than enough food, and besides me ripping my skirt, everything went fine and a good time was had by all.
So my first meal was a success, and I may even have another one, eventually.
