My boss signed our whole company (all 12 of us) up for a cooking class at the Whole Foods downtown. We made gazpacho and chicken mole verde -- my team made the best meal, if I do say so myself, because they had a culinary genius on their team (uh... me!). We were told we were going to make flan but we didn't have to which is very good because our instructor told us while he was showing us caramelization techniques that you can't talk or check your cell phone while you're making flan, and you can't impatiently stir at the caramel hoping it will hurry up and be done. That kind of leaves me out of the "sure to make successful flan" club, dontcha think?
Anyway, on the way out of the store our group was trying to get past all the people waiting on line with their purchases and I bumped right into a guy who seemed to be in an awful hurry to get his stuff home. He was tapping his foot, sighing impatiently. I looked at his purchases out of curiosity. Do you know what he was buying? Blueberries and pita bread. What could be the fucking rush?
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