I have successfully completed chili in Chile! The sun is shining and it's 12.6c outside (54f) in the sun - "chilly" in my book! It's 4:15 and I am ahead of schedule. I had to improvise (by improvise I mean completely and totally, blindly guess) on the spices and came up with something pretty yummy.
I actually have black beans in the pressure cooker now for dinner tomorrow (chicken tacos). I may just get this whole Chile thing after all. I may even attempt to find ingredients for no-bake cookies.
Don't get me wrong a Nana still sounds like a good idea. Maybe just one day a week...
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Attempting to Cook
Alex has had his heart set on eating chili in Chile on a chilly day. So I really want to make some for him. Canned beans are not an option. So after soaking beans overnight, I am currently attempting to cook REAL beans in batches in the pressure cooker. Yes it is 15:17 here (I'm working on figuring out military time as that is what they use here. So I've switched my computer clock. 15:17 is 3:17pm for normal people.)
Last night was the first time I tried to cook a meal here. I'm fighting with the altitude, the new gas stove (I've only ever cooked on electric), the worlds smallest electric oven that reads in celsius, and lots of foreign ingredients. Yeah, it wasn't the greatest experience.
At about 2pm yesterday, I decided to make brownies. I intended to make chocolate chip cookies, but not only did they NOT have cookie sheets, but they don't have chocolate chips either. So I bought a Duncan Hines brownie mix. I mixed the brownies in the new mixing bowl that I purchased since the house did not have one, and turned on the oven.
To back track just a little, when we purchased the transformers and heaters from the family moving back to the states, they gave us a few other things. One of which was an oven thermometer. She told me that I would thank her for it later. She warned me not to trust what the oven temperature said. MAN, she was NOT kidding! What would I do without that little dude?
I turned the oven on around 2pm and at 7pm - yes, seven p-to the-m it finally reached the desired 170c (350f). We had to crank it up to "max" and let it sit for about 25 minutes before it started getting up there. And while were talking about this oven, let me just mention that the reason that there are no cookie sheets to buy is because a cookie sheet is waaaay to big for this little oven. It is only slightly taller than my microwave but about the same width. Cookies are not in our future. Once it got up to temp, the brownies cooked as usual. Greg sighed and said, "I guess no turkey for Thanksgiving..." Thanksgiving? Really? You're worried about Thanksgiving? I can't figure out what to cook for dinner...
So today I am attempting to make chili. I started around 13:00. The boys have church tonight at 7:30pm so I am hoping to have dinner ready by 6:30pm. If not, there is a McDonalds on the way there. Maybe a Nana isn't such a bad idea.
Last night was the first time I tried to cook a meal here. I'm fighting with the altitude, the new gas stove (I've only ever cooked on electric), the worlds smallest electric oven that reads in celsius, and lots of foreign ingredients. Yeah, it wasn't the greatest experience.
At about 2pm yesterday, I decided to make brownies. I intended to make chocolate chip cookies, but not only did they NOT have cookie sheets, but they don't have chocolate chips either. So I bought a Duncan Hines brownie mix. I mixed the brownies in the new mixing bowl that I purchased since the house did not have one, and turned on the oven.
To back track just a little, when we purchased the transformers and heaters from the family moving back to the states, they gave us a few other things. One of which was an oven thermometer. She told me that I would thank her for it later. She warned me not to trust what the oven temperature said. MAN, she was NOT kidding! What would I do without that little dude?
I turned the oven on around 2pm and at 7pm - yes, seven p-to the-m it finally reached the desired 170c (350f). We had to crank it up to "max" and let it sit for about 25 minutes before it started getting up there. And while were talking about this oven, let me just mention that the reason that there are no cookie sheets to buy is because a cookie sheet is waaaay to big for this little oven. It is only slightly taller than my microwave but about the same width. Cookies are not in our future. Once it got up to temp, the brownies cooked as usual. Greg sighed and said, "I guess no turkey for Thanksgiving..." Thanksgiving? Really? You're worried about Thanksgiving? I can't figure out what to cook for dinner...
So today I am attempting to make chili. I started around 13:00. The boys have church tonight at 7:30pm so I am hoping to have dinner ready by 6:30pm. If not, there is a McDonalds on the way there. Maybe a Nana isn't such a bad idea.
THE Shopping Trip
On Tuesday we finally had time to head to the mall for our big shopping trip. You see in Chile, the grocery stores are inside of the malls - always. They have these escalator things going from the stores to the underground parking that are flat and magnetic. That allows you to push your cart onto the "escalator" and ride down with your groceries to your car. Interesting but totally convenient.
As I went through unpacking and sorting down the kitchen, I kept a list of things we needed to get. Rugs (to help with the warmth and echo), groceries, shelves, hangers, cookie sheet, etc. It was quite a list. I knew it would take a few hours.
The big grocery here in Chile is the Jumbo. It vaguely resembles a Walmart. It has some housewares, a few clothing items and lots of groceries. Perfect! There are two malls within 10 minutes of us (heaven!) and the 'fancier' of the two, Portal something or other, houses the Jumbo. We headed that way and decided to peruse the stores before heading to Jumbo. We need an additional external hard-drive and thought we'd explore some of the rugs at the stores that resemble a Macy's or Nordstroms. We found lots of things - for lots of money. HOLY COW! I had been told that things were double the price here, but to see the reality of it caused a little sticker shock. We decided to head to the Jumbo hoping for more reasonably priced options. I don't want to spend $400 on a runner rug for a rental house.
As we began searching and searching through the cookware at Jumbo for a cookie sheet, it dawns on Greg that we need to get visa photos for the kids and myself that day so that he could take them downtown first thing in the morning with our relocation lady. We tried to get them in the states but the 3cmX2cm photos with our full name and passport numbers were something that Walgreens couldn't handle. So at the start of my major shopping excursion, Greg begins to panic. This HAS to be done today. I suggested grabbing a few needed items and coming back later and he was insistent we go through with this shopping experience.
Needless to say - it was a nightmare. I can't find half of the things that I am looking for. Greg has to translate every single thing because it all is packaged differently. Minute style rice - nope. Canned beans - nope. Paper plates - nada.
Greg was practically sprinting through the store as I tried to keep up with him and the cart. I tried to take the cart and push it myself, but he'd wedge his way back in and take it. I think he thought we'd move faster if he pushed the cart faster. It was a freakin' nightmare. I don't know why I didn't just insist that we go another time.
I need a trip where we can casually go through aisle by aisle and figure out what things are available here. I will be changing my cooking style and need to have a better idea about things. We'll have to do that at some point.
We got the necessities and headed back home in time to grab the kids and head back to the mall for photos. All was well in the end.
As I went through unpacking and sorting down the kitchen, I kept a list of things we needed to get. Rugs (to help with the warmth and echo), groceries, shelves, hangers, cookie sheet, etc. It was quite a list. I knew it would take a few hours.
The big grocery here in Chile is the Jumbo. It vaguely resembles a Walmart. It has some housewares, a few clothing items and lots of groceries. Perfect! There are two malls within 10 minutes of us (heaven!) and the 'fancier' of the two, Portal something or other, houses the Jumbo. We headed that way and decided to peruse the stores before heading to Jumbo. We need an additional external hard-drive and thought we'd explore some of the rugs at the stores that resemble a Macy's or Nordstroms. We found lots of things - for lots of money. HOLY COW! I had been told that things were double the price here, but to see the reality of it caused a little sticker shock. We decided to head to the Jumbo hoping for more reasonably priced options. I don't want to spend $400 on a runner rug for a rental house.
As we began searching and searching through the cookware at Jumbo for a cookie sheet, it dawns on Greg that we need to get visa photos for the kids and myself that day so that he could take them downtown first thing in the morning with our relocation lady. We tried to get them in the states but the 3cmX2cm photos with our full name and passport numbers were something that Walgreens couldn't handle. So at the start of my major shopping excursion, Greg begins to panic. This HAS to be done today. I suggested grabbing a few needed items and coming back later and he was insistent we go through with this shopping experience.
Needless to say - it was a nightmare. I can't find half of the things that I am looking for. Greg has to translate every single thing because it all is packaged differently. Minute style rice - nope. Canned beans - nope. Paper plates - nada.
Greg was practically sprinting through the store as I tried to keep up with him and the cart. I tried to take the cart and push it myself, but he'd wedge his way back in and take it. I think he thought we'd move faster if he pushed the cart faster. It was a freakin' nightmare. I don't know why I didn't just insist that we go another time.
I need a trip where we can casually go through aisle by aisle and figure out what things are available here. I will be changing my cooking style and need to have a better idea about things. We'll have to do that at some point.
We got the necessities and headed back home in time to grab the kids and head back to the mall for photos. All was well in the end.
Getting Established
We've been grocery shopping in Chile before. At our first outing, back in May, we were accompanied by Christan. He and his wife 'showed us the ropes'. There are a few things you must know. First, there is a station in the middle of the produce and bread areas where store employees weigh and sticker your items before you get to the checkout. You also must soak produce in a soapy substance before eating. Important to know. It is also customary to buy fresh bread. You can find the bagged kind, but the selection is very limited.
Chileans shop every day or so and store very limited number of things. Therefore the kitchens are quite small and the storage is even smaller. Most homes didn't even have full sized refrigerators. Luckily, ours does.
The second shopping trip occurred on Sunday after our arrival. We met Jose Raul for lunch around 2pm and he then took us to the grocery. We just bought necessities. I felt like we needed to rush through the store as both times, people were waiting on us. Cereal, lunchmeat - TOILET PAPER - if you've read my previous post, you'll laugh to know that upon arrival to the new house, I had to - you know - use the facilities. Apparently all 3 other members of my family had also 'used the facilities' but because they are boys, didn't notice that there was not one single piece of toilet paper in the house. So here I sit AGAIN without anything. You'd think I'd learn. So I have to holler at Greg - with all these people in the house. TOTALLY humiliating. I had him bring my purse where I just happened to (thankfully) have 1 single tissue left after the trip... Needless to say, I bought a jumbo pack of TP.
We purchased cereal, lunch meat, fresh (yummy) bread and milk to get us by until the next day. The thing is around here, milk isn't refrigerated. At all. I was a little taken aback by the eggs just stacked in an aisle, but when you buy it from a farmer it's not cold, so I could wrap my head around that. But when I asked for milk and Jose Raul took us down an aisle and I saw boxes, I thought no, I want COW'S milk. This IS cow's milk. In a box. On the self. Not cold. I'm not a fan of milk to begin with, so this warm looking milk made me gag just a little. Greg assured me that it was ok to drink. Here is a carton of milk (yum!):
We also needed some jam for toast (notice the Walmart branded jam?), mayo for sandwiches (which comes in a pouch) and of course pineapple juice: 
Shopping is hard. I don't speak/read Spanish - or Metric for that matter. I needed a large amount of time to go up and down the aisles to wrap my head around what it was we'd need. That trip would happen on Tuesday, or so I'd hoped...
Chileans shop every day or so and store very limited number of things. Therefore the kitchens are quite small and the storage is even smaller. Most homes didn't even have full sized refrigerators. Luckily, ours does.
The second shopping trip occurred on Sunday after our arrival. We met Jose Raul for lunch around 2pm and he then took us to the grocery. We just bought necessities. I felt like we needed to rush through the store as both times, people were waiting on us. Cereal, lunchmeat - TOILET PAPER - if you've read my previous post, you'll laugh to know that upon arrival to the new house, I had to - you know - use the facilities. Apparently all 3 other members of my family had also 'used the facilities' but because they are boys, didn't notice that there was not one single piece of toilet paper in the house. So here I sit AGAIN without anything. You'd think I'd learn. So I have to holler at Greg - with all these people in the house. TOTALLY humiliating. I had him bring my purse where I just happened to (thankfully) have 1 single tissue left after the trip... Needless to say, I bought a jumbo pack of TP.
We purchased cereal, lunch meat, fresh (yummy) bread and milk to get us by until the next day. The thing is around here, milk isn't refrigerated. At all. I was a little taken aback by the eggs just stacked in an aisle, but when you buy it from a farmer it's not cold, so I could wrap my head around that. But when I asked for milk and Jose Raul took us down an aisle and I saw boxes, I thought no, I want COW'S milk. This IS cow's milk. In a box. On the self. Not cold. I'm not a fan of milk to begin with, so this warm looking milk made me gag just a little. Greg assured me that it was ok to drink. Here is a carton of milk (yum!):
We also needed some jam for toast (notice the Walmart branded jam?), mayo for sandwiches (which comes in a pouch) and of course pineapple juice: 
Shopping is hard. I don't speak/read Spanish - or Metric for that matter. I needed a large amount of time to go up and down the aisles to wrap my head around what it was we'd need. That trip would happen on Tuesday, or so I'd hoped...
Arriving in Santiago
The L-O-N-G flight from Atlanta to Santiago is supposed to be made easier by being overnight. MOST people sleep. Alex covered his head and was out like a light.
Like father like son. Those two can sleep anywhere. Andrew and I didn't sleep much. Morning came and the beauty brought anticipation.
All of our luggage arrived and we made it through customs fairly quickly (even with the dog). Greg had arranged for 2 friends from work to be there to haul us and our stuff to our new home. It was, of course, raining upon arrival. So we loaded and hauled in the rain. Luckily, Christian brought a tarp to cover our things in the back of the truck. Most of it stayed dry.
Our amazing relocation specialist, Paz has been a gem. She worked diligently to have the house ready for us when we got here. She was here with the house open when we arrived. She had the foresight to have fruit and bottled water ready for us. She has been a lifesaver. We had about an hour of paperwork and instruction about the alarm, heater, etc and then everyone left and we had the house to ourselves.
We began sorting and hauling things to each room and began unloading. The house was FREEZING! The damp, cold winter air was more than us Arizonians could handle. We have radiant in-floor heating here. It takes a while to get it warm but is supposed to be very efficient once it's going. Gas is VERY expensive - like $8 a quart expensive - so most people supplement with plug-in electric heaters. We were lucky enough to purchase some used ones from a family at church that is heading back to the states on Friday. We bought heaters and transformers for a very reasonable price.
When we arrived, Paz showed ME how to work the heater. When everyone left, I showed Greg who decided to change things. After about 4 hours of FREEZING - and by freezing I mean it was 10 degrees celsius INSIDE our house - I put everything back the way that Paz showed me and the heat started rising ever so slowly.
The house has 2 floors. Upstairs is the kids domain. There are 2 bedrooms, a bathroom, nursery and loft with TV and comfy sofa. We're using the small little nursery as a storage area at this point. Downstairs is the master bedroom & bath, an office, kitchen, open dining/living area, servant's room & bath and an interesting outdoor laundry/storage area that is completely covered from the elements with a locking gate/door to the front.
Here in Chile it is customary to have a Nana. She takes care of the kids when they are young and also maintains the home and makes meals. When the kids are young, she'll live with the family during the week. As they age, if the family desires, she will stay during the daytime hours only. I've been anti-Nana for months, but after attempting our first meal here last night. I may have changed my mind. But that is another post...
Like father like son. Those two can sleep anywhere. Andrew and I didn't sleep much. Morning came and the beauty brought anticipation.
All of our luggage arrived and we made it through customs fairly quickly (even with the dog). Greg had arranged for 2 friends from work to be there to haul us and our stuff to our new home. It was, of course, raining upon arrival. So we loaded and hauled in the rain. Luckily, Christian brought a tarp to cover our things in the back of the truck. Most of it stayed dry.
Our amazing relocation specialist, Paz has been a gem. She worked diligently to have the house ready for us when we got here. She was here with the house open when we arrived. She had the foresight to have fruit and bottled water ready for us. She has been a lifesaver. We had about an hour of paperwork and instruction about the alarm, heater, etc and then everyone left and we had the house to ourselves.
We began sorting and hauling things to each room and began unloading. The house was FREEZING! The damp, cold winter air was more than us Arizonians could handle. We have radiant in-floor heating here. It takes a while to get it warm but is supposed to be very efficient once it's going. Gas is VERY expensive - like $8 a quart expensive - so most people supplement with plug-in electric heaters. We were lucky enough to purchase some used ones from a family at church that is heading back to the states on Friday. We bought heaters and transformers for a very reasonable price.
When we arrived, Paz showed ME how to work the heater. When everyone left, I showed Greg who decided to change things. After about 4 hours of FREEZING - and by freezing I mean it was 10 degrees celsius INSIDE our house - I put everything back the way that Paz showed me and the heat started rising ever so slowly.
The house has 2 floors. Upstairs is the kids domain. There are 2 bedrooms, a bathroom, nursery and loft with TV and comfy sofa. We're using the small little nursery as a storage area at this point. Downstairs is the master bedroom & bath, an office, kitchen, open dining/living area, servant's room & bath and an interesting outdoor laundry/storage area that is completely covered from the elements with a locking gate/door to the front.
Here in Chile it is customary to have a Nana. She takes care of the kids when they are young and also maintains the home and makes meals. When the kids are young, she'll live with the family during the week. As they age, if the family desires, she will stay during the daytime hours only. I've been anti-Nana for months, but after attempting our first meal here last night. I may have changed my mind. But that is another post...
Emotions Run High
The week before brought various emotions for all of us. Alex was the only consistent. He's been indifferent from the beginning. We get the occasional bought of excitement and he is constantly practicing his Spanish but other than that, he remains indifferent. I ask him if he's nervous or excited and he just shrugs and says "not really". He's good either way. Really, his brother and dog are his world and as long as they are both with him - he's good. Andrew struggled. He is a socialite. His friends really mean a lot to him - and they are all great kids. They threw him a surprise going away party on Wednesday, then on Thursday they all met and went out on the lake for a birthday wake boarding trip, then they all met for treats and a movie on Friday afternoon for the "final good-bye". Friday night he got together with Enoch Olmstead for a little Enoch fix before he left. Enoch and Andrew are two peas in a pod. They balance each other perfectly and have been friends since nursery. We'll all miss Enoch. The emotions were raw for Andrew. It was almost more than I could take. He knows and I know he'll be ok, but the sadness about leaving was great. The final text messages in the airport in Atlanta before we boarded were emotional for him, but he was courageous. He was not outwardly bitter or resentful - just sad.
Watching your children go through that is tough, so needless to say, I struggled along with him. For the most part Greg and I were too busy to feel anything but stress. Saturday morning arrived and our dear friends came in two vans to help us get to the airport. Shiela Jarvis offered a beautiful prayer for our peace and safety just before we departed and that became an emotional moment for all of us. I finally had a moment to process the whole thing. The fear of the unknown was overwhelming but luckily the excitement for the new adventure prevailed.
We made it through checkin with our mound of luggage smoothly. After paying almost $1,000 for our "over-weight, over-sized, excessive amount" of luggage, we were ready to board - dog and all. It was a ton easier to move around without all that extra baggage. We carried on a guitar, the dog, backpacks for me and the kids and briefcase for dad.
I sat in first class for both legs of the flight while the kids and Greg sat in the cheap seats. I'm a spoiled brat like that. Greg always gets upgraded due to his Diamond level status - so he gave me his seat and sat in the back as a good husband should. I do love that man. He worried about my back.
On the way to Atlanta from Phoenix, he and the kids were all in middle seats. We're not sure how that happened. We booked through the travel agent he always uses way back in February. So they were not even sitting together. I worried a little just because Andrew was upset and Alex is so shy - but everyone did fine. It ended up being a blessing because Andrew sat next to a grandma who talked his ear off. I think she sensed that he was upset (maybe it was the red rings around his eyes) so she went on and on about how exciting of an adventure this would be for him. She showed him pictures of her grandkids and pictures of clouds that she had taken (apparently she likes to take photos of clouds) and gave him her address to have her mail him a postcard from here. She was a little angel from heaven. I will forever be indebted to the sweet grandma in the window seat.
Atlanta was a breath of fresh air. The excitement of riding on the subway train to get through the airport ignited the excitement for the adventure ahead. This was a first for my boys and I saw a genuine smile from Andrew for the first time in days. Things were looking up.
We grabbed some dinner for the boys (I'd eat a 4 course meal in Business Class), took the dog to the dog park to stretch his legs and recharged our electronics in preparation for the 9 1/2 hour flight ahead.
Andrew said his final goodbyes via text messages, wiped his eyes and plowed ahead. Showing passports at the gate was the first time that the boys have used theirs and this brought a note of excitement back into the air. As we boarded the plane, a sense of eagerness for what was to come took over.
Watching your children go through that is tough, so needless to say, I struggled along with him. For the most part Greg and I were too busy to feel anything but stress. Saturday morning arrived and our dear friends came in two vans to help us get to the airport. Shiela Jarvis offered a beautiful prayer for our peace and safety just before we departed and that became an emotional moment for all of us. I finally had a moment to process the whole thing. The fear of the unknown was overwhelming but luckily the excitement for the new adventure prevailed.
We made it through checkin with our mound of luggage smoothly. After paying almost $1,000 for our "over-weight, over-sized, excessive amount" of luggage, we were ready to board - dog and all. It was a ton easier to move around without all that extra baggage. We carried on a guitar, the dog, backpacks for me and the kids and briefcase for dad.
I sat in first class for both legs of the flight while the kids and Greg sat in the cheap seats. I'm a spoiled brat like that. Greg always gets upgraded due to his Diamond level status - so he gave me his seat and sat in the back as a good husband should. I do love that man. He worried about my back.
On the way to Atlanta from Phoenix, he and the kids were all in middle seats. We're not sure how that happened. We booked through the travel agent he always uses way back in February. So they were not even sitting together. I worried a little just because Andrew was upset and Alex is so shy - but everyone did fine. It ended up being a blessing because Andrew sat next to a grandma who talked his ear off. I think she sensed that he was upset (maybe it was the red rings around his eyes) so she went on and on about how exciting of an adventure this would be for him. She showed him pictures of her grandkids and pictures of clouds that she had taken (apparently she likes to take photos of clouds) and gave him her address to have her mail him a postcard from here. She was a little angel from heaven. I will forever be indebted to the sweet grandma in the window seat.
Atlanta was a breath of fresh air. The excitement of riding on the subway train to get through the airport ignited the excitement for the adventure ahead. This was a first for my boys and I saw a genuine smile from Andrew for the first time in days. Things were looking up.
We grabbed some dinner for the boys (I'd eat a 4 course meal in Business Class), took the dog to the dog park to stretch his legs and recharged our electronics in preparation for the 9 1/2 hour flight ahead.
Andrew said his final goodbyes via text messages, wiped his eyes and plowed ahead. Showing passports at the gate was the first time that the boys have used theirs and this brought a note of excitement back into the air. As we boarded the plane, a sense of eagerness for what was to come took over.
The Whirlwind!
What a Whirlwind!
School got out and I headed to Girls Camp at church (of which I was the assistant director). The very next day the kids and I flew to Missouri to visit family for 6 days. We arrived home on Sunday and had the week to pack up and prepare for our move to Chile the following Saturday morning.
Needless to say, it was a little stressful. I'd get things packed and my husband, whom I adore, would unpack and repack - then unpack and repack again... The poor guy. He's the type that will turn around and drive back home after a few minutes because he needs to make sure he shut the garage. Before leaving on a trip, he'll go through the house "just one more time" to be sure things are locked up. He's very thorough. It's why he's good at what he does. I'll be honest, I wasn't as patient with him as I should have been. There might have been a little tiny bit of tension those last few days. It's funny really. I have been in panic mode for the past 3 months - his panic mode didn't set in until 2 days before - at which point, I was pretty zen about the whole thing. I had my list and things were going as planned. It ended up being a good balance. He was calm during my crazy and I was (somewhat) calm during his. :)
By Friday night we both could breathe again. We had 15 pieces of oversized checked luggage in a stack in the living room. The house had been cleaned (thanks to the amazing housekeeper) and our carryon bags were ready to go on the table. Trust me, there was a lot of pacing and recalculating and double-checking of lists, but we were ready.
School got out and I headed to Girls Camp at church (of which I was the assistant director). The very next day the kids and I flew to Missouri to visit family for 6 days. We arrived home on Sunday and had the week to pack up and prepare for our move to Chile the following Saturday morning.
Needless to say, it was a little stressful. I'd get things packed and my husband, whom I adore, would unpack and repack - then unpack and repack again... The poor guy. He's the type that will turn around and drive back home after a few minutes because he needs to make sure he shut the garage. Before leaving on a trip, he'll go through the house "just one more time" to be sure things are locked up. He's very thorough. It's why he's good at what he does. I'll be honest, I wasn't as patient with him as I should have been. There might have been a little tiny bit of tension those last few days. It's funny really. I have been in panic mode for the past 3 months - his panic mode didn't set in until 2 days before - at which point, I was pretty zen about the whole thing. I had my list and things were going as planned. It ended up being a good balance. He was calm during my crazy and I was (somewhat) calm during his. :)
By Friday night we both could breathe again. We had 15 pieces of oversized checked luggage in a stack in the living room. The house had been cleaned (thanks to the amazing housekeeper) and our carryon bags were ready to go on the table. Trust me, there was a lot of pacing and recalculating and double-checking of lists, but we were ready.
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