code / feelings / diy
He just phoned me at 10:30 in the morning to see if I’d chopped anything yet, with the chef’s knife he gave us at 9pm last night. Reminded me to chop something that would usually stick to the knife, like a potato. It will fall right off. But then wipe the knife right away, because it isn’t stainless. Stainless steel doesn’t hold an edge.
It’s cute because he knows that can get annoying, but he forgets. It’s too exciting! The potato will fall right off!
This morning I cut up the gigantic pineapple that has been ripening in our fruit hammock since Sunday’s rock club. (Somebody left it here… Liam?)
1. I like cutting up pineapples, since learning a cool method from my parents’ housekeeper in Jakarta. (Even if it was really weird that they had staff.)
2. Whoa. This pineapple was sweet and delicious, but so enzymatic it felt like it was eating our faces. Who will win the battle of pineapple vs. man?
