Marzipanic!

Normally, St. Nicholas doesn't bring anything for our student workers. It's not that they aren't as well-behaved and deserving as the full-timers, rather his feast day tends to fall during Reading Week when they're all too busy studying for exams to work their regular schedules. The week after that is exams, and then they're off on break for another two weeks.

But our current student, who is as reliable as monshu's watch, said he'd be in tomorrow, so St. Nick brought him goodies. He just called now to cancel, and so we have a dilemma: What to do with the sweets on his desk? As I see it, these are the possibilities:

1. Eat them myself. SUCKA!!!
2. Take them to give to monshu, telling him that the good bishop brought them SPECIFICALLY FOR HIM.
3. Give them away to someone even more deserving than either of us, like the awesome guy at the El station.
4. Put them away someplace secure from rodent predators and hope to remember to take them out again for Epiphany when the student gets back.

Other ideas?

Update: So Sunny (a.k.a. Awesome El Guy) got the Lebkuchen this morning ("But I've been bad--and I still get the cookies?!" "That's how it always worked in our house!") and monshu gets nothing. Everyone pleased with that?

Editor's choice

In other edibles news, the "stir-fried Wikipedia" we had at Silk Road in Beijing made Language Log. (Yes, I do feel a shiver of insider delight, thankyouverymuch.) This was also the place we had the Yunnanese fried cheese that monshu found insufferably bland.

Abairtí le cleachtadh

1. Líonann an grá mo chroí le neart.
2. Tá do shioráf ag ithe ár gcrainn.
3. Éist liom anois féin, tá an díon ag dul ar lár.
4. Bhí m'athair ina atúrnae, ina dhiaidh sin bhí sé ina mhúinteoir, agus anois tá sé ar tí éirí as.