I calmed myself down before dinner by writing my first post, and then going out and watering the vegetable garden. It takes a while, so when I came back in, I was smiling and acting happy
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The problem is that both he and his sister (starting Monday) will be here until I leave, so my last week up on the mountain will be overshadowed by idiocy.
For a while last night, entirely for my own peace of mind (and by extension, Alberto's, since he didn't hear the statement in question in person), I was trying to convince myself that somehow the owner was talking about the grilled zucchini that would come later in the meal, and which was ours. And then I remembered that no, it wasn't just a murmured phrase 'from our own garden', it was the whole sentence 'This risotto is made with vegetables from our own garden'.
More than anything else, it's the fact that I have now essentially lied by ommission for this asshole that makes my blood boil. And as soon as these people leave, that's what I hope I have the guts (and the angry language skills) to tell him. Alberto won't say much, since he still has months to work here, and at least this month will be profitable. But I'm leaving the country in 9 days, taking my cake recipes with me, and if I don't say something about this, it'll either ruin the rest of my time, or I'll explode with it the next time he pulls a stunt like that.
I'm thinking about finding a fall CSA to join when I get back to Noho (depending also on my housemate). I'll keep trying to think about the opportunity to eat wild food and good local things, but the fact is that there are nettles that grow near Alberto's mother's house in the valley too. No wild spinach, but my suspicion is that if we weren't somehow committed to staying here most of the time, we'd have spent a lot more time hiking and travelling through these and other mountains that do have wild spinach.
For a while last night, entirely for my own peace of mind (and by extension, Alberto's, since he didn't hear the statement in question in person), I was trying to convince myself that somehow the owner was talking about the grilled zucchini that would come later in the meal, and which was ours. And then I remembered that no, it wasn't just a murmured phrase 'from our own garden', it was the whole sentence 'This risotto is made with vegetables from our own garden'.
More than anything else, it's the fact that I have now essentially lied by ommission for this asshole that makes my blood boil. And as soon as these people leave, that's what I hope I have the guts (and the angry language skills) to tell him. Alberto won't say much, since he still has months to work here, and at least this month will be profitable. But I'm leaving the country in 9 days, taking my cake recipes with me, and if I don't say something about this, it'll either ruin the rest of my time, or I'll explode with it the next time he pulls a stunt like that.
I'm thinking about finding a fall CSA to join when I get back to Noho (depending also on my housemate). I'll keep trying to think about the opportunity to eat wild food and good local things, but the fact is that there are nettles that grow near Alberto's mother's house in the valley too. No wild spinach, but my suspicion is that if we weren't somehow committed to staying here most of the time, we'd have spent a lot more time hiking and travelling through these and other mountains that do have wild spinach.
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