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Bitter melon really is bitter. I don’t why this comes as a surprise to me, but it does. I saw this recipe and the photo looked so good, I thought to myself how bitter can a melon be? Plus, I wondered if the name was a bit of a misnomer, like head cheese or sweetbread or Welsh rabbit. So I made it. Tonight. And man oh man, I couldn’t not get past the first bite. It felt like my whole face puckered up into a long “eww, that’s bitter.” Luckily, RU loved it. Love with a capitol “L.” She loved it so much she’s already lamenting the fact that I’ll probably never make it again.

I was going to try to tie in this bitter melon discovery to what it’s been like for me to start my new job. For a moment there seemed to be some obvious connection between how sometimes things are exactly what they say they are and how sometimes a new job is just a new job, but the analogy I came up with sounded a lot better before I started writing it down. Maybe it’s enough to say that “new job” like the term “bitter melon,”  is not a misnomer. It’s a job, meaning there’s work to do, and it’s new, meaning there’s a whole lot of stuff to learn. I’m still feeling a little stunned that I made such a big change, and at the same time I’m pretty heads down in the world of object oriented php, working at command line and figuring out the ins and outs of a using on a Mac. Like I said sometimes a new job is  just that.