My first clients arrived in the morning. It was a motley crew: 2 cloves of garlic, 1 cup of rice (long grain, paella or Arborio, I can’t be sure), 1 tin of tomatoes (tin sized), 1 tin of navy/kidney beans, 3 chorizo sausages, 1 litre of stock, salt, pepper, paprika, cumin, cinnamon and basil.
Jobe, they said, make us tasty. We all want to be tasty. Oh and winterrryyyyyy. Because it’s winterrrrrr.
I set to work making them better people without getting too chizzy. I saw my role as the coach of the soccer team. They were a group of misfits, and I was a washed up alcoholic. Who put me in charge of these kids? No idea.
I started by going to the chopping board and cutting up the chorizo into small, round chunks. They were then fried until garlic and various herbs and seasoning was added. Pleased with how things were going, I relapsed into alcoholism. We were headed to the finals! Dammit! It was just one drink to celebrate!
Back on the wagon.
I decided to develop action plans for everyone (trick I learnt at career counsellor TAFE course):
- Add in the rice, stir.
- Add in everything else.
- Cook until stock is evaporated and rice is of appropriate consistency.
You know what? We won the league title or some shit!