I have nothing to do right now except blog and wait for orientation to truly begin, so I will update you on some food happenings.
My boss threw (not literally, thank God) about ten pounds of split peas at me on Wednesday and told me to take them home and do something with them. I looked at him, looked at the peas, and looked at him again. I said okay and took them home. I soaked a little in some water and slept on the fact that I, like some idiot, took ten pounds of peas. What the hell does someone do with all those peas? I decided that making those cute little jars of dried ingredients for soup and giving those as gifts this year was not a pliable answer, because most of my family hates peas.
I thought about it all day at work yesterday, with no answer. I made some version of pea soup when I got home and stared at the box of peas. Put them in Gatorade bottles and use them as weights? Possibly, but I can lift more than that. Make a fun musical instrument that would annoy the neighbors? They are nice to me. I was getting annoyed.
So as of right now, they are still sitting in their box, waiting for me to make them into something awesome for tonight’s dinner. Wish me luck. There might be a cook book coming out soon called A Million Things To Do With Split Peas.