Saturday, April 29, 2006
Instead of studying today, I:
1. Took a long shower
2. Ate lunch
3. Watched Baking with Julia (That should count as extra credit or something)
4. Fell asleep on my sofa until 7:30pm
5. Typed this lame blog entry
I could sleep more. It's amazing how much this week took out of me. I started taking ALL of my vitamins again, am drinking loads of water and juice and eating fruit more. Hopefully that'll make up for the exhaustion throughout the week and get me on track.
Remember when you were in high school or college and you had to study? You know how you had one place that was the best place to do that and you had trouble studying unless you were there?
I don't have a good place to study yet. My sofa is too comfy, same with my bed. But my chairs don't have foot rests and so my feet just dangle. I usually tuck my right leg under my body when I sit, but don't when I study usually because my books fall off my lap.
I've got to buy an ottoman. That's all there is to it.
And I've got to get go read and study, even though my eyes are tearing from all the yawns. Double espresso, here I come.
Friday, April 28, 2006
Should the United States close their borders? Do I think that the United States should stop welcoming people into our country, etc...
I suppose I'm not the best person to ask these questions to. I'm not a well informed member of society, I don't know the laws and I certainly do not follow the issues consistently. I live in my own happy little world.
But I do have opinions, and that's what I will share.
I do not think that we should prevent people of immigrating to our country. Diversity is a major part of our culture; it's what we strive for and one of the things we are known for. Taking away the influx of new diversity would be a detriment to our society and I, for one, think that would be a tragedy.
I do, however, feel that being a LEGAL immigrant is of the utmost importance. Illegal aliens not only take jobs from Americans, but also help increase the crime rate and act as the "ruiners" for all of those people who DO wish to become legal.
So make the laws stronger-crack down on borders-but don't close them.
Recently, there is controversy regarding the National Anthem and a new version, which happens to be in Spanish. The rational behind it's creation is communication-helping new immigrants understand.
To that I say, "Bull Shit". If that was the case, it would be a translation of our National Anthem, not a song which resembles it with different words inserted here and there. Just tell it like it is. Don't try to make it sound like you're simply trying to help people understand.
I haven't heard the song nor do I know what the words say. Do I think a Spanish translation (or any other language for that matter) is a good idea? Absolutely. But I don't think this new song should be billed "The Spanish National Anthem".
The only other thing I want to say about language is this: I was embarrassed when I went to France and could only speak broken French. If I were to live there, I would make a point to learn the language, simply because it's the right thing to do. In my opinion, people who immigrate to another country should be MANDATED to learn the language. It's the only way they can successfully be assimilated into the society-it's the only way they can successfully hold a job, make new friends, and ultimately educate and teach me about themselves.
And that, my friends, is why I want people of other cultures in my country. To make richer my culture and to deepen my understanding and awareness of other people.
I think that people assume that making someone learn "your" language means they have to forget theirs-this is absolutely asinine. First of all-you can't change the guts of a person-they are who they are, and if they are proud of their heritage they will continue the traditions they hold dear. I am simply asking they be able to read the application they must fill out for a job, and able to read "Freckle Juice" or "Where the Wild Things Are" to their children.
Our country is held together by a very diverse and colorful string. Eliminating that would not only make our lives boring, but would also stagnate us.
Now you know my opinions. That is all.
We're taking bets that...I miss placing bets.
4 people. 12 pickles. You do the math.
Even psychics can have bad days...
Idea number 2312953 to torture someone: Starve them and send them to culinary school.
Swamp ass, though usually associated with sitting, can also be linked to working in the culinary arts field. Not that I would know…it’s just what I've heard…
So I’ve successfully survived my first week of culinary school, and yes, I still have a stupid grin on my face. It’s everything I thought it would be and nothing like I thought it would be, all wrapped up into one big unbelievable package that’s all mine.
It’s unbelievably hard work being in the kitchen. It’s chaotic, it’s hot, there are rules out the ying yang and when you’re done struggling through your recipes you have to clean up. (And I do mean struggle-a lot is left open to interpretation, such as how long you are supposed to bake your biscuits. I guess that’s what they call a learning curve…)
You sweat because you hustle. You hustle because you can’t stand around. I washed my station, plated my food, washed other people’s dishes, dried dishes, swept, mopped and squigied the floor. All at the end of the night.
And I’m ready to drop, but feel like I could do it all over again. My chef instructor is an incredible teacher. She’s smart and funny, and uses great analogies. In the kitchen mods though, she’s a witch.
But she’s the witch that’s going to help get me a job. She’s going to teach me to like the pain, to like the heat, and to look in the face. She is awesome, and I’d say, she’s my hero of the week.
So-recap: I made it. I’m beat. (I actually napped in my car today on my lunch break.) I brought biscuits to work today.
Happy Arbor Day everyone!
*There's a man in my class named Jesus-not Heysoos. Jesus. He and I were the Soux Chefs on the first day of school.
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Don't get me wrong, my life hasn't sucked for 6 years straight. In fact, by some standards, my life hasn't sucked at all. Though I've had some major life changes and traumas, I am blessed and live most of my life with a smile on my face and a giggle spilling out of me.
But I've been restless. And unenthusiastic about me. And I'm a pretty awesome and interesting person to know, if I do say so myself.
The past 2 days have sparked in me something that has been dormant for years-something that I didn't even know had gone to sleep until I sat in a classroom today for 4 1/2 hours, taking 6 pages of notes about 2 classic mixing methods related to baking.
I'm going to be a chef, and though I knew this a month ago, and have made everyone I know crazy because of my excitement-it didn't really resonate in me until today.
Yesterday was my first day of culinary school. Dressed my pristine white chef coat and checkered pants, I sat in a classroom of 9 other students, making jokes and spreading my Maggie aura. I teased people, made people laugh, and ultimately put my fingerprint on the brains of my classmates within the first 1/2 hour.
And also on my Chef instructor, as I was chosen to be the Soux Chef for the night-we made 2 stocks. (I could have done cartwheels-really)
I learned a lot-mostly that you can't attend culinary school while you are hungry-but also that mopping an industrial kitchen is hard work, especially after you've been in front of a hot oven working your tail off.
Tonight though, I found that being a grown up student is exhilarating. Perhaps it's because I chose to be there-no one made me continue my education. Or maybe it's because of my passion for cooking. Whatever it is, it's made me more confident, more alert, and definitely more open to making mistakes and asking questions-something that I shyed away from in college.
At 10:30pm, after a full 15 hour day yesterday and a 14 hour day today, I want to do my homework. That NEVER happened before.
So far, it seems as though my peers like me. There are people I've decided to stay away from whenever possible because I feel they lack passion and are simply just "there". There are people who have gravitated to me already, I feel because of the leadership and friendliness I displayed last night in the kitchen-and there are people who I will shadow whenever possible, because they have real world experience.
Being able to pick and choose, and not being afraid of excelling is something new to me, and I am loving every minute. I'm talenting, I'm friendly and fun, and I'm a good leader. Why hide that?
It made my heart soar to overhear 2 classmates saying they want to stick by me, because they think I will do well-especially because these are the 2 people I decided to shadow.
Life is good.
Thursday I'm making biscuits-plain and cheddar. Yum!
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
1. While on a camping trip, would you rather wake up with ants in your nose and ears or with a toe in your mouth from someone else that is sleeping in a large community tent with you?
2. You are given the choice of whether or not you'd like to gain the ability to read minds. There is one catch: once you possess this gift, you cannot shut it off and you will always be able to read minds of those around you. Would you accept the gift? Why or why not?
3. What food do you most enjoy cooking? How many people have you cooked this dish for?
1. Do I even need to answer this question? I think everyone pretty much knows how I feel about feet, and having some foreign toe in my mouth makes me gag right here at my desk. Nasty. Can you imagine? Some grimy, corn ridden toe stuck-I've gotta stop. I'd take the ants, everyday and twice on Sunday.
2. What's that saying, don't ask a question if you really don't want the answer. Well, that's how I feel. Though there are several people in my life that I would love to know what they are really thinking, I don't think I'd want to know EVERYTHING they are thinking. Some things are meant to be private. I know if I didn't have my private thought, I'd feel violated. So, no. I'd decline. Now X-ray vision on the other hand...
3. I really enjoy cooking roasts with red potatoes and carrots and rolls. It's a savory, feel good meal and it fills the house with such a wonderful aroma. I've cooked this meal for a lot of different people, but not at the same time.
Monday, April 24, 2006
Tonight, anticipation is my blanket, warming my skin, keeping my alive-keeping me awake. I yawn, but my eyelids do not droop.
There is nothing more I can do, but wait...
Sleep comes softly, lowers it's head
But I can't give into it, so I toss in my bed.
One sheep, two sheep, I count in vain
It's excitement that's got me, I can't refrain.
Release me and walk me to where I can dream
so tomorrow I'll be able to make whipped cream.
Today's the day...wish me luck.
Sunday, April 23, 2006
And it's not just because they LOST!!! ;)
First of all, something not really funny, but kind of funny happened. My sisters, who were tailgating before the game, each got a ticket for doing so. Funny because they didn't really get in a lot of trouble, and it's only $25 each...
There was this guy:
who claimed to be Jeter's cousin in the first inning, but then shut up, thankfully.
My silliness really started when the guys in front of me showed up. The first guy had a beer that he couldn't open, so he handed it to the second guy, who also could not open it. The third guy was successful, but only after a visible struggle. This made me giggle out loud. The first guy leaned back and said something to me, and I told him why I was laughing. When he got a second beer, he handed it to me and asked me to open it. From then on, we joked with their group. At one point I took this picture of the first guy.
His friend tried to solicit a kiss from me, which I obviously declined, and I was also told how good I smell.
The guys sitting next to my dad were very nice too. My father ALWAYS tells someone that I'm a Sox fan (I'm convinced one day I'm going to get beat up) but this guy was fun. He apparently was razzing me for a while saying, "Red Sox suck" but I didn't hear him, which made it appear that I was ignoring him. He finally called my name when Johnny Damon (the traitor) was up and said, "Mags, Damon's the best, right?" to which my father stuck his head out from around the guy and smiled. Very funny.
Last, I saw a guy who looked like my boyfriend from Prison Break. I took a far away picture of him, but it wasn't good enough so I actually went up to him and asked if I could take his picture and told him why.
He said, "Why don't I have my friend take a picture of us both?" So he did. He doesn't really look like him up close, but from far away...yum.
This was our view from our very awesome seats. That's the traitor up at bat and Jeter (who walks like he has a load of poop in his pants) on deck.
By the end of the night we were all tired. Rye Bread in particular.She curled up right on the chair and zonked out, leaving me to carry her all the way to the car.
I had an awesome time, met lots of fun people and saw the Yankees lose.
I also learned a valuable lesson: Don't sit on the top of your seat the whole night. It makes for a very sore bum the next day.