PARK SLOPE MAN // SAKÉ SCALLION SKEWERS

It was a nice enough day. It was in the upper 60°s but cloudy. The perfect weather for bike weather. It was bike weather. After sweating up a storm (the clouds had gone by now) around the 'Prospect Park' I approached some dads, the stay at home variety of dad I assumed, and asked them for their best saké scallion skewer recipe. –All they said to do (and get this) was marinade some chicken breasts in equal parts water, rice vinegar, saké and sugar. And boil it and let it cool.

When I say these dad-guys were cool its a real understatement. One of them, Dougie (or 'D-man' as I'm going to call him) was a part time P.E. [physical education] teacher at a private school! And the other one was something else!! (and they were definitely smoking weed). I had a lot to learn if I was going to be home-alone all day in Park Slope. As I am currently unemployed.

After returning home and lint-rolling my sweater as 'D-man' had advised I do (I could already feel their Park Slope pulse pulsing through me, it was the chillest of pulses a very faint pulse) I went straight into the kitchen where I knew I now belonged.

In addition to bike riding, being unemployed affords you the time do things you might not usually have time for;

Have you ever noticed how Park Slope Men are always doing things on lists... I personally like how I put 'shower' on my lists.

Just because you burn through your savings doesn't mean you have to burn through your saké scallion skewers. After cleaning the office, going to the bike store, and researching a completely self invented "alphabet project" the stripped chicken breast came out of the marinade and was skewered with scallion and put on a George Formal grill (panini press).

'The possibilities that come with unemployment can only be one-upped by the joie de' vie brought on by the Park Slope lifestyle'! I thought-screamed while carrying my tote bag around the apartment while Swiffering while wearing my crocks. It was 9:47 in the morning and I was ALIVE.

Dinner was finished by eleven, I was way ahead of 'to-do' lists. I was so ahead of my to-do lists I couldn't see them in the horizon. My to-do lists were eating my dust. I was running laps around the lists of things I had to do. Because I don't have a job I sat at the table and waited for Eva, who does have a job. This part is key to the best version of my truest Park Slope Man identity. She arrived home around 5; by which time I had already made a cucumber slaw with equal parts vinegar, sugar, and hand made gluten free flour tortillas 1 to 3 water to flour (salt). I knew 'D-man' would be smiling down on me from his apartment cloud.

The taste was nice.