no hulk

today has been totally boring in comparison to yesterday's day of exciting hulk sightings. i've worked too many days in a row and have grown impatient with most customers, to the point that, when asked fort he 100th time what you do with roasted chiles today, i started quoting raiders. "you eat 'em!" no one got it and my diversion to shley humorville was short lived. really people, be resourceful. look up a damn recipe and stop bothering me. and if you must ask a series of questions, at least let me finish my response instead of interrupting me in mid-sentence to ask me another question. manners!

the chile roaster hinges finally broke today, so we have four weeks of wire-rigged roasting fun to look forward to. i was especially proud of my keychain-engineered replacement hinge system, though. working at the farmstand is like being on a permanent camping trip- constant resourcefulness in the outdoors is required. natural implements! someone left a collection of keychains (i can't explain....) and i ringed them together to re-fasten the little chile-dispensing door on the roaster. paper clips were also employed. ok, it's not really like camping, but a new level of dirtiness has long since been accepted (i wash off most of my tan at the end of the day) and eating habits are more macgyver than culinary. i toy with the idea of bringing a crockpot to work to make some soup....