- Date: Wednesday, January 17, 2007 -- 9:30pm
- Location: Somerville, MA
- Kitchen: My Apartment
- Fellow Chef: Genevieve
- Dining Companions: Matty, Matt, Ana, and Glen
- Recipe Rating: A-
There is a group of us that eats lunch together in the math department common room nearly every day. One of our many rituals is that we read our horoscopes at lunch. I'm a taurus. This week my horoscope was terrible every day. I have a theory that Eugenia (the Boston Globe horoscope writer) had a fight with her boyfriend/husband and he's a taurus. Either that or the stars are aligned against me...
In high school the girl who wrote the horoscopes for the school newspaper hated me. I never knew why, and everyone considered her to be a bit crazy/unstable so I never pushed the issue. But for many months the taurus horoscopes were completely unveiled attacks aimed at me! Instead of being any sort of predictions, they were just insults. The other taurus' at the school were none too happy about this, and many of them were aware that I was the target for her anger. Why, I don't know. It's still a mystery to me... I found it entertaining though to read what she thought of me in such a strange medium. I clipped them out and saved them for a long time but I seem to have lost them in one of my many moves...