Well, kittens, here I am again at jury duty! Goddamned Baltimore City gets me every year. Back in 2013 I picked up a guy at jury duty. I wrote about it (and some Veal Parmigiana) I tell the story about how I went out with him only once because he was too young for me. I mused:
The older I get, and the longer I stay single, the younger my dating pool will become. You see, I don’t get hit on by single men in their thirties because They. Don’t. Exist….So I am left with Jury Duty Guy. And the 22 and 23-year-olds who hit on me at ibar.
But really, is that all there is? Am I now destined to be with children of the mid to (and god-forbid) late 80s?
Fast forward to now: I’m turning 40 later this month.
Mr. Sauce was born in 1988.
I fucking called it.
But I digress. Back to the joy that is Baltimore City Jury Duty!
I arrived late today. 8:20 AM instead of 8. But that didn’t matter a smidge. My group (in the Quiet Room) wasn’t called for registration until nearly 11 AM.
My dear friends, as I write this, it is 11:44 AM and lunch is scheduled for 12:30. Not a single group has been called in for voir dire. Since they forgot about us, I think they should just let us go home. Right?
Whatever. This is card 159. Turkey Wings in Dill Sauce.
I used my Instant Pot for this dinner. I love my Instant Pot and use it at least once a week; but this was my first foray into pressure cooking. Very exciting.
Mr. Sauce wanted to eat at 7:30. So 7:30 was my goal. This is one of those dinners where I took notes the entire time. Let’s get to it.