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When I'm working days

I work 12 hour shifts, 5:30 to 5:30, varying between nights and days, on a set patter. Each rotation lasts 3 weeks and I work 14 shifts. My last 4 shifts of each rotation are 4 day shifts Monday through Thursday.

They are hellish. The office is busy, people are talking, I have to get up at the butt crack of dawn (4 AM) and I struggle through them, yawning away.

What I think about while I'm working, actually more of a fanatical planning and researching, is what I want to cook or bake the next week. I look of recipes, coordinate them with sale ads and coupons to stay on budget, think of special days coming up.

So far on my list of what I want to cook for the next week:

Shrimp ceviche
Roasted corn salsa
Smoked turkey
Sweet corn tomallito
Chocolate cream pie
Roasted garlic shrimp

I see a pattern with corn and roasted.

I want a pepper roaster, how's that for random

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