99th post here!!!!

And I want to show you the progress in the starghan CAL. I must say, it has been SOOO dificult not to stop everything I'm doing and sell a kidney perhaps to buy some yarn and try my hand at some of Ysolda's incredibly beautiful knitted lace.

Which reminds me... have you met a crochet/knit snob? you know the kind, that when watches a knitted/crocheted item almost "humph!"s in disdain? Worse, oh horror of horrors...

ARE YOU ONE?

I was given that haughty, patronizing look by one of my customers... She had seen me crocheting the squares for my daughters' blankies (that was about a week ago) and the very same afternoon she showed up with her knitting, a little sweater for her boy, who is about a forthnight older than my BH. She waited, looked at me, I pretended not to notice her superiority pose. Finally she must have gotten tired because she asked me "Don't you know how to KNIT?"

In the tone some other would ask "Dont you love your Savior?"

I couldn't help laughing! But I did not answer, I'm sad to say... I just laughed and left. Afterwards I thought of so many things I could have answered. I just thought it was so funny!

EDIT: oh! the snobbery! just now I had an incident! and it involved talking about you, my friends!!!!! I was writting the post and some customers arrived. I had my phone connected to my laptop because I was downloading some new photos, and while I ducked to retrieve the glass to give them their drink....

... when I popped up, they had my phone. My phone. And they had unplugged it from my laptop. And were playing with it.

Can you say "rude"? and these two women (mother and daughter) always give themselves airs of great dames. There they were, nosing around. I asked them for the phone in as polite a tone as I could muster. It is a peeve of mine, that I really resent people who don't know me take my things without asking first. If I don't know you personally, only as a customer, please, ASK BEFORE you just unplug and take someone else's phone!

Just when they were giving it back, a message from my friend (you know who you are, girl!) rang. They almost threw it to me and said in an angry tone" Answer!" WTF???????

ok, keep cool. Then they asked me who it was... WHAT??????

-A friend.

-A friend? why don't you answer?

-I did

-I didn't hear you (I really swore internally. Where's a punching bag when you need it?)

- I texted her

-Why doesn't she call you? (none of your business!!!!!!)

- because she is far away

- That's what phones are for

-She is in another country

- I don't believe you (WHAAAAAT?)

- well, she is

-how did you meet her? (none of your business! order and begone!!!!!)

- (sigh) the internet

- the internet? you know how to use it? (I mentally slapped my forehead, really)

-yes, I know a little

- I don't believe you (gosh! please go! I just shrugged)

- Well...

-Where do you know people from?(c'mon! give me a break! I don't even like you! sigh)

- All over the world

-All over Mexico?

-Nope, all over the world

-As in....? (did parents stop teaching manners? did I miss a proclaim abolishing decorum and good form?)

- (sigh!) US, Spain, Australia, Scotland, Japan, India...

- I DON'T BELIEVE YOU

- Listen, I don't care if you do. (yes, I was goaded into saying that!!! would you believe she was unfazed? and she didn't even say 'I don't believe you' in a 'shut up!!!' or 'no way' nice sort of way. She really believed I was lying to her. So you see, you, all of you are a figment of my imagination)

- Well, if it is true, how come you are not afraid?

WHAAAATTTTTT???????

- I am not dumb, I know what people I choose to make friends with, (not you, peacock-nosy-rude- lady!) and I don't fool around where I shouldn't.

Then I took my phone, hid my laptop and hid my seething self in the kitchen.

THE NERVE OF SOME PEOPLE!!!!!!

Do you know I cook for a living?

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You couldn't tell from this blog, could you?

Not a reference to cooking. Zero. Zip. Nada. And I do like cooking (imagine if I didn't!).

The thing is, sometimes I just HATE cooking. When customers only order the "safe" dish, as in the one they know and don't venture in ordering anything else from the menu. Do they know there's something else besides eggs sunny side up? and we don't only make ham and cheese sandwiches? sometimes it makes me want to scream.

I do have some friends that are my guinea pigs. They actually come in and ask me "what do I want to eat?" Now THAT is way beyond refreshing! they help me test and come up with new dishes and sometimes they keep ordering them!

And even so, the things I come up with for them are nothing too fancy or weird. Scrambled eggs with salami, champignons, rosemary, basil, cooked a bit tender and then placed on two thick slices of buttered bread and covered with cheese and then broiled until the cheese has melted and the eggs are done but not too done, still creamy, all that served with some very simple, very crisp baby spinach leaves... sigh!

Nah. People want just eggs, sunny side up. WELL DONE. (ew! I hate them well done, they get so rubbery and ew!) There's nothing wrong with them, I have them sometimes too, just DO.NOT.ORDER.THAT.EVERY.SINGLE.TIME.

And the next time someone asks me for instant coffee I will howl. Consider yourselves warned.