K. texted S. for lunch advice and S. said, Come on over! The school was having a curriculum meeting which meant ordering in lunch and there was enough for us, especially after a colleague gave us the chicken she didn’t eat with her own meal. We ate at S.’s desk as she brought people by to say hello. There can’t be many friends of S.’s who I haven’t met yet. 

We went up to the very top of the mountain and ate at a cafe and I tried to take photos of the view but there just wasn’t any capturing the cavernous green. I guess I’ll just have to remember all this. 

S. took us to Cafe Vallejo in Baguio for lunch, site of the US colonial summer getaway. Excellent choice. We all ate huge plates and then ate dessert and took a bunch of selfies and met a poet S. knows who was in the restaurant too and I had a beer and it was a fantastic day in the Philippines. 

We went to the biggest mall in Iloilo and even though McDonald’s was an option I went with the mass market mall version of Filipino food. Rice and meat, rice and meat. To be honest I am longing a bit for a kale salad. 

I can’t say the eatery in Igdapdap was totally comfortable for me. I am not an adventurous eater. But a pork chop with rice is a pork chop with rice, even nine thousand miles from home. 

K.’s gone. She’s the person who gets the food from the store and puts it into the refrigerator. Without her, I’m so hungry. Amazing how fast I can learn helplessness. So I thawed a dish of chili and boasted about it, K., it’s like I’m cleaning out the freezer!

I guess I’d technically eaten lunch when I got home from my long run and gobbled a meat and egg sandwich (on Passover???), but I was hungry again two hours later when we finally got to S.’s house with take out Indian which we ate in the bedroom serving as a kitchen and dining area during S.’s remodel. Wow, remodeling. I think I’ll just stick with what we already have.

At a certain point, we’d all been waiting in line too long to give up now. The woman behind me only had a credit card and the credit card machine was broken by the time she got up to the front. A flurry of cash offers prevented a riot. I don’t know if it was worth it, is a lamb kebob and rice ever worth it, could it be, but it certainly did taste earned, eaten on a concrete curb next to J., a guy it turned out I knew from the internet.

C. and I went to the Thai place on Fulton and she picked up the tab this time because I picked up the tab last time. We talked assessment shop, a talk I still kind of can’t believe I can talk, but I can, and do, and get paid for it. Life is nuts.

I thawed a dish of chili and put a scoop of rice on top of it and ate it at my desk between class and my desk shift and this is just what this time in the semester feels like.