A lot has happened in the last week. Tuesday morning I arrived at work to see the chef with his arm in an immobilizing sling. He’d dislocated his shoulder – AGAIN (this is the third time, I think) – playing American football. Which is clearly my fault, as the inventor of the sport and the person who set up the team in Paris and forced him to play. Anyway, he informed me that since he couldn’t use his arm, he’d be taking the week off, leaving me to do all the work with only a stage to help me out. (At least this one has a good work ethic, unlike some.) So in addition to having to pack up my apartment at night, my days were much longer and more stressful than usual. The icing on the cake was that I had to cover his shift on Saturday, too, which meant that I had to get up at 3:30am on moving day, go to work, come home, finish packing, and then move into a new place. Fortunately, Nick and I had a great number of friends helping us out with the move, and many hands truly did make light work. So many, many thanks go to Joe, Laurence, Scott, Ana, Arnaud, Nicolai, Celine, and Jesse for making moving day go so smoothly.
The phone/internet/tv switchover didn’t go smoothly at all so I am currently without reliable service for at least a week. I hope you’ll bear with me and another possible post-less week. I promise to be back as soon as possible with a farewell tour of my old neighborhood, photos of the new kitchen (once it’s ready to go – I’m helping the landlady shop for appliances today), and, of course, more recipes.
Originally published on Croque-Camille.