food work food work

just sitting on my bed in my hotel room. exhausted!

made up for missing happy hour by having an excellent dinner at the very posh, very swank slanted door in san francisco. tried two different unfiltered belgium beers. had pork and shrimp spring rolls and dungeness crab appetizers. for dinner: carmelized shrimp, baked whole fish (i forget what kind) deboned at the table, and two vegetable entrees (sweet white corn and sauteed spinach), which we shared “family style” over white rice.

dark chocolate pot de creme for desert (imagine: chilled chocolate souffle) and the waiter brought us out another desert (cause he liked us so much) which was like a fancy passionfruit/berry shortcake. loveliness all around.

god, i love my work. wait, wait, i haven’t said anything about work: yes, so i woke up at 6:30am this morning to get to our co-worker’s house at 8am in the event that we needed to call ghana. turns out just last night ghana sent us responses to some issues we sent them more than a month ago. so we spent all morning going over their responses, planning follow up questions, and strategizing for our trip there next month.

lunch was roasted yellow bell pepper sandwiches with manchego cheese and a butter lettuce and avocado salad.

and then right back to work.

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