Saturday, December 09, 2006
Said by me, in response to BigD pulling down PRMan01's pants (underwear and all) while he was standing directly in front of me.
When asked if I liked the show, I responded "I didn't see it-the shrimp was in the way!" implying his penis was so small, a shrimp blocked the view.
Really, it was a platter of shrimp, but still, it made for big laughs, and ongoing jokes all night.
Beat up, tired, hungry and thirsty...still loving every minute of it.
Friday, December 08, 2006
Words come to me, it seems, at the most inopportune times-on the way out the door, when my hands are covered in dough, or while drifting peacefully off to sleep. "I'll remember this one." I say to myself. "This one's worth remembering."
But life happens, and other thoughts come and go, and my words disappear.
What stories could I have told you, my dear readers of the friend I have never met, or the lover who is destined to find me? Could I have captured your hearts with a single sentence or perhaps it would have taken longer...
Alphabetically they dance, waving their beautiful music in my brain, simply waiting for me to remember...
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Last night I conducted a cooking class for 3 Quinnipiac University students. With the exception of the fact that we ran a little late on time and the rice was overcooked, the class was a success.
In my opinion, it was because my students were amazing. Not only were they enthusiastic and attentive, but they asked questions like, "When you are eating this potato, what are you looking for?"-a question that not many adults would even care to ask. It was refreshing to be around these young, smart "kids" who were eager to soak up every little bit of information I was willing to give.
Teaching people how to cook, I've learned, is one of my favorite things to do. I like the look they get in their eyes when they see a whole mushroom turn into perfect slices, or when they "feel" the difference when slicing it. I love that I am helping someone learn how to love someone. Food is love, and by being able to make a dish that comforts, or excites, or nourishes, they are sharing that love with others.
And I helped.
I had such a good time it barely felt like I was working. I guess that's the beauty of doing what you love...
There was no traffic this morning. That surprised me. Overall, I think it's going to be a good day.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Weird things continue to happen in the bathrooms at work. Yesterday someone stopped me and asked what size shoe I wore, and told me they've been looking for someone to give shoes too. Normally, this would be my most favorite thing in the world but:
1. I don't know the person at all
2. They've been worn
What do I do when she comes in with these shoes and expect to see me sometime in the bathroom wearing them? Ick.
We had a luncheon at work yesterday at an off site restaurant. Upon arrival, my boss ordered several pitchers of beer and wine for us. This is definitely a different environment than my other location...
I hate it when people randomly burp in public and don't say excuse me. It's not the burp that annoys me-it's their lack of understanding or care that it is rude.
After several phone calls from unknown callers, bill collectors and other random people, I changed my answering machine to say, "You've reached 888-888-8888. If I don't know you personally, please have the courtesy to leave a message-otherwise, I will never answer the phone, and you will never get in touch with me."
I went out to get sushi with one of my classmates during our break yesterday. It was weird being at dinner with him without everyone else. Luckily, we each had a drink, and so it was less awkward.
Some said, "Be your charming self" to me. I'm charming! ;)
The same sushi boy from class ordered absinthe through the mail. For those of you who don't know, it's illegal to drink here, and it wipes out your brain.
I've made a decision about my life and put a deadline on it.
While reading the news yesterday I came across a story about a man who'd been shot 3 times. He lives 1 street away from me, and they think it may have happened there.
Putting a lavendar scented air freshener in your car is a bad idea.
I took my first "bow" as a culinary arts student on Monday. It was a good feeling.
There's not enough time in the week to do all of the things I need to before the end of the year. And I'm tired.
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
1. Do you buy yourself Christmas presents? If so, do you wrap them? Do you wait until Christmas to open them?
2. When picking out an outfit to wear for the day, do you usually choose comfort or style? Are you a spontaneous dresser (go to the closet, pick a shirt) or a planner (decide the night before)?
3. Going in the other direction...if there were no social stigmas attached (including people thinking you look bad) and no health risks involved, would you prefer to live your life nude or would you opt for clothes?
1. I don't purposely buy myself Christmas presents with the intent of wrapping them...but...well...it just happens sometimes. I justify the purchase by wrapping it and putting it under the tree telling myself I deserve to treat me well too!
2. I think most of my clothes are for style, but they are also mostly comfortable. On my best days, I pick something out the night before, on most days, I pick whatever is the least wrinkled and match it with something else.
3. I've gotta say I'd stick with clothing most of the time. Though I enjoy a naked nap (tmi?) now and then, I also enjoy sweatshirts. In the summer though, being able to skinny dip without repercussions would be awesome.
And also, being naked all of the time leaves very little to the imagination, and that's almost the best part of sexuality, IMO.
Monday, December 04, 2006
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Demographic research...rent and square footage information...equipment needed...style...payroll/staffing list...costing and yes, the menu.
Each menu needs:
Along with accurate recipe cards, cost cards, yield cards, descriptions and an actual menu. My last 5 hours (No exaggeration) has been spent filling in my recipe cards online and creating my menu. I had to do something fun otherwise I'd go batty...you can't really see it, and the descriptions are not really there, nor are the correct prices, but it's below.
I'm beat. I still have no idea what I'm going to call my "restaurant". Any ideas? It's an Eclectic Italian place that will cater to young yuppies. I'm thinking it's gotta be one word.
Right now, I'm thinking it's gotta be "HELP".