Saturday, February 24, 2007

Restaurant Quote of the Weekend

"Dude-you need to go get that checked OUT!"

Said by Debo to PRMan02 regarding the stink he created in the bathroom.

I don't know why, but the boys at the restauarnt think it's funny that their poop reeks, and they constantly compare who's is worse. Am I missing something?

I got a bit discouraged today being in that place. No one really seems to love food and cooking like I do. It makes me sad that people who are just there for a job are making the food that guests are eating. I don't know why I care, I just do.

I was happy though because the Sous Chef came up to me and asked me to make him something pretty b/c he saw the fruit platter I made last week. (Cut a lotus flower out of a honeydew melon and filled it with berries and then fanned all the other fruit around it) He said he knew that I was the person for the job because I cared what the food looks like on the platter.

That was nice. Especially because he wasn't there when I was making the fruit platter last week, and that means someone told him about it and he checked it out.

I'm so beat tonight-after working I need:

A back massage
A foot massage
A hug

Thank goodness I have wine. It's time to go relax...

Friday, February 23, 2007

Google Mania

I admit it:

I totally Google people I used to know.

Especially now that I'm bored more often than I was before...

It frustrates me that the people I really want to spy don't have any good dirt splayed out on the net for all to see. My ex-husband, for instance, has very little information. He did, however, write a boring-ass paper for work while we were still married, and I can read it in all it's glory (not) along with his father's obituary.

I'm also sad that when Googling my married name, nothing comes up. It proves a very depressing point that nothing really came out of that marriage at all! ;)

My ex-boyfriend Sean who married last year now lives in Florida with his wife. They may or may not have a kid. That little piece of information comes from my spying on MySpace. He and his wife collected gently used toys for kids affected by Katrina before moving down south. How very nice...I can't, however, find a wedding announcement, which I would have liked to read.

My old male best friend (the one who won't talk to me) has a VERY common Puerto Rican name and his search returns billions of stories-none of which I think are really about him. So...stone cold on that search too.

(This helps with the boredom-a little)

An interesting find for me the other day was my old roommate Jenn from Disney. We worked together on Main Street and become inseparable almost immediately. People thought we were sisters because we were both tall with dark hair. Go figure. One of my favorite "We've just bonded and will become friends" moments with her was while were passing each other when I was walking onto my shift and she was heading to lay cheese in the track for the parade. The vest of her costume was about 2 sizes too small. Mine was about 2 sizes too big. We glanced slowly at each other and without a word, unbuttoned our vests and swapped right there under the tunnel of the train station!!! Guests laughed at us as they walked by, and I'm sure if we were caught by managers, we would have been in DEEP trouble.

I fell in love-both with Disney and with my new life-oh yeah, and with that boring paper writer I mentioned above. ;) Jenn and I knew we wanted to move back to Florida for good and finish college there. We decided to become roommates.

It was fun-at first. It seemed like it was going to be just like college program, until she started drinking all of the time. She had parties almost every night of the week and didn't respect the fact that I actually kept going to college and had to study, on top of work full time. It quickly ended up that we rarely spoke and in the end, we didn't speak at all. I haven't talked to her since I moved out of that first apartment and into my own.

She moved back to MI.

I found her because she's apparently a director of 3 camps for the Girl Scouts! I'm actually very impressed and proud of her. It's a really good job for her and I'm sure she does an amazing job.

I wish I had the guts to email her-but it's been so long, and there was so much bad blood between us all when I left...

Maybe one day...

So, yeah. Googling people has become a past time for me...lucky for most of you-I don't know your last names! ;)

Thursday, February 22, 2007

Angry Letter to Bag Pipe Willy

Dear Bag Pipe Willy:

I know that I am fast. I can't help it. It's just the way I roll.

And it's not like I'm trying to beat everyone else-not in a regular everyday task-it just happens that way.

It's not my fault I bang out 2 dishes when you are still working on one. I simply work fast. I can't help it.

With this in mind, I will am more than happy to wash dishes while you finish. I will even dry them and put them away. No problem! I like getting the head start on the clean up anyway.

However: don't milk it for all it's worth. Pull your weight. Don't drag your feet when you could easily be finishing. And DON'T make me do all of the work.

I know you hate washing the floors. I know. If I could wash the floors while you were still working, I'd do that instead. But I can't, and so I do the dishes, leaving the floor for you.

Except you don't do that either.

Here's the thing-taking out the garbage and putting away the Mise en Place is NOT a hard job. It is NOT a job that requires you to be gone for a half an hour. Pull your weight. Don't drag your feet.

I know what you are doing, and I won't stand for it another day. Monday will come and I will simply stand around until you get a mop. I will NOT clean the entire kitchen myself.

Especially because you're the biggest slob of us all.

I've been onto you since day one, and now that there is only 4 of us-it shows. Pull your weight. Don't drag your feet.

I will NOT clean the entire kitchen myself ever again.

Thank you,



*Yes, I know. It's cold in here, OK? It doesn't mean you have to look directly at my chest the entire time I walk down the hallway before looking up at my eyes to say hello. You've got nipples too buddy, and I'm pretty sure they're erect just like mine! Maybe next time I should stare right at your penis when I see you. How'd you like that?

*I'm never wearing this shirt again.

*Every time I log into MySpace I hate it a little more. It is, without a doubt, the perfect venue to make people feel like losers. With the friend rankings and the comments as well as the "Number of friends" it's enough to make you want to puke. And when you realize that your friends leave comments on everyone else's page but yours...well...that just sucks.

*Also, I hate people who make their profiles private. Unless they are in law enforcement or are teachers (or currently work with students) setting your profile to private is lame. Is it so wrong for me to want to know more about where you ended up in life without actually wanting to be your friend? I don't think so. I'd just like knowing you turned out OK. And if you have to keep a private profile because you're hiding something, my advice is: Don't create a profile!

*I've been commissioned to make a Betty Boop cake. This should be fun. Also, I recently found out this years Rye Bread birthday cake is going to be The Little Mermaid. I think I'm going to put a different spin on it though-we'll see.

*I watched American Idol last night. I almost never watch it. I realized why during those 2 hours of hell. Yes, some can sing. But the few that REALLY can sing look like normal people. One has no neck and the other is heavy. You think they'll get picked? Probably not.

*I especially hate that all of the radio stations have to recap what happened the night before on AI. Do people not have VCR's/TiVO? If they couldn't watch it...too bad! Those of us who don't watch would like to live AI free, thank you very much.

*And what's up with them not being able to make their "predictions" on air b/c some listeners got upset. That's ridiculous. YOU have a favorite, right? YOU probably spew your opinion all over the why can't THEY tell? You people are nuts.

*Sorry. I'm pretty much done with AI. I still love you if you like it. I promise.

*Onto Britney. I'm sick of hearing about her, but also sick of people bashing her. She's obviously going through a tough time. When I got a divorce, I was knocked off my course too. I just happen to be uglier than her and would never be able to pull off a shaved head. And perhaps she doesn't have a drug/alcohol problem and that's why she keeps checking out. After all, it does seem very "trendy" to check into rehab these days...maybe she was just following suit. Whatever the issue is-she's human and should be able to grieve in whatever way she needs to.

*Last, Anna Nicole Smith. Bury the body already. The law is that next of kin makes the decision. Therefore, the mother should get to decide. However, when given that decision, the mother should have enough decency to bury her near her son.

*I'm so sick of hearing about celebrities. How about telling me stories about REAL people who overcame things? That would be nice.

*Can I go back to sleep? I am way too bored to stay awake today.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Sugar Coated

For as long as I can remember, I was always enthralled with cooking shows. I watched cooking shows before cooking shows were popular-well before the Food Network even existed. I loved the way the ingredients were always placed in tiny little glass dishes and then added at just the right moment and how the chef always new what the next ingredient should be.
I also loved watching Jacques Torres make sculptures out of chocolate and glistening towers of colorful pulled sugar. I could sit and watch for hours as he talked about textures and materials. His pallet knife always ran so smoothly over whatever concoction he was mixing up.
When the Food Network did appear, I soaked it up like a sponge. Rarely I would switch channels, and when I did, I flipped back and forth between commercials. When the Food Network Challenges started up, I was in heaven.
I'm very competitive by nature. I'm not a sore loser, nor am I an antagonist to the other team. Instead, I pace myself and organize myself in such a way that I almost always finish first. My creative flair is best when under pressure, and so these competitions really sparked my interest.
It wasn't unheard of that I would sit through an entire day of Food Network Challenges just because I needed to see who won. And then the next one would come on, and I would need to see who was in it. And so on, and so on...
Sugar work always amazed me. In these competitions, competitors had to create some sort of cakes (usually petit fours) and a pulled sugar centerpiece. I always held my breath when they had to move it from one table to the other.
I've always wanted to do it.
As you all know, I am currently a senior in culinary school. This mod I am taking an advanced Patisserie class and am loving every minute of it. I didn't think that this class could get any better-until last night.
My chef enrolled us in a competition. A competition in which we will be submitting a PULLED SUGAR CENTERPIECE!!!!!
I can't explain to you how geeky I became when he told us this. My smile must have wrapped around my whole head and I started giggling like mad. I jumped up and down and clapped my hands. I exclaimed, once again, how much I love culinary school.
I'm that excited.
Our sugar piece will be an underwater scene with seaweed and bubble fish! We will also be entering in petit fours, which will look like little fish.
It's a month away, and we will work on it every week in class.
I am so excited, I can hardly breath!!!!!!
The bonus? There is a rumor going around that we will have a celebrity chef!!!!!!!!!!!!
(At this point, I'm passing out I'm so excited)
I don't know how I got so lucky, but really-someone pinch me....this is too amazing!!!!!!!!!!!!
Have I told you? I LOVE CULINARY SCHOOL!!!!!!!!

Wordless Wednesday

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Toosdae ?'s

Hi everyone! It's Toosdae again and you know what the means! QUESTIONS!!! The more people who answer, the bigger my smile, so go to it! Have a great day.

1. If someone took a bullet for you and died, how would you react? Would you be sad but grateful to be alive? Or would you be so distraught by the fact that someone died to save you that you'd want to end your own life?

2. Believe it or not, I, Maggie Moo, lover of Autumn and Winter, am missing summer...remind me-what is your favorite carnival/fair ride. Do you still ride it even though you are now an adult?

3. What's the perfect match for peanut butter? Jelly? Fluff? Chocolate? Or...something else?

1. I would be sad but grateful. Though I'd wonder why them and not me, I would also realize that if I killed myself because of what they did for me, I'd be throwing away their life too-their action meant nothing at all, and in fact, they would be dead for nothing.

2. I loved the swings. I used to close my eyes and let the breeze stream through my hair and let my hands come off of the bars so it felt like flying. I haven't been on the swings in ages...

3. Though I love the peanut butter and chocolate combination, I really think that peanut butter and jelly is THE pefect combination. It's the salty and sweet combination that gets me every time, and it satisfys cravings I didn't even know I had. Even the texture is wonderful. Mmmm.

Monday, February 19, 2007

La LA La La La Laaaaaa....

Sometimes I don't feel like an adult, even though I am one. Even though I've had a full-time job since 1997 and even though I own a house.
But when I'm sitting in a very important meeting with my boss and colleagues and they use the name "Johan" it becomes painfully obvious that I won't ever completely be a stereotypical adult...because all I can think of is this guy:

From the smurfs...specifically, I think about the movie about the magic flute which featured Johan and his little sidekick Pewit. But you know what?

I'm OK with it. ;)

Monday Mysteries: 3

The Case
Despite international recognition, a well-known king never wore a crown or a robe and was not considered royalty in his native land. He was both loved and hated and could not be deterred from trying to rise up against the injustices in his land.

The Mystery
Who is this man and what year did he die?

Post your guesses/answers in the comments section. I will sprinkle clues throughout the day.


Sunday, February 18, 2007


I mentioned to a friend earlier today that having a blog was great but also hard. It was great because I have a creative outlet where I can speak my mind, get honest, unbiased feedback, learn about people I would never have "met" without the Internet and inspire people. But it's also hard because once you are known and readers come to your blog on a daily basis, they notice when you withdraw.

Before the blog-and before many of you made me a part of your daily routines-I could fall into hiding without anyone ever knowing.

And I suppose that made me blind to how often it really happens. After all, if no one misses you-if you do not interact with people daily-no one will question why you spent the entire day wrapped up in your dreams and nose deep in a book.

And don't get me wrong-I love my blog. I love that you all read my blog daily, and that when I'm missing, you miss me. It's just that now my absence has become a magnifying glass and I see how abnormal my feels are.

Right now I'm contemplating not even publishing this post. I don't want pity. And most of all, I don't want the people in my real life to get scared or stop talking to me because of the freak they might think I am. I also know that my admitting that I see it as a problem, I have to do something about it.

But what? Do I use the one day a week that I have to seek out counseling? Do I take anti-depressants which may or may not help me over these hurdles? Do I really want to dive into the real reason I get sad after a major event has come and gone?

I've mentioned this before. After birthdays and holidays-and other events such as the dinner party I threw on Friday-I recoil and become a hermit, not wanting to face the world. I feel down, and sad and lonely and I search for something else to look forward to in order to get my mind off of the fact that a happy experience has passed.

Those feelings go away after a few days-after I've pushed myself to go back to the real world and to remind myself that I am blessed with so many wonderful things and that I am truly lucky.

And I know this to be true. And I don't need major events to keep my happy. In fact, I would love to have an uneventful, normal, steady and predictably stable life. But when I do have big events come and go, I plummet. And I don't know why.

I slept for most of the day today. I know that by Sunday, my body and mind are exhausted and that I do need to recharge. But I also know that I'm not sick and that I should have been out and about, running errands and cleaning up after my party. Instead, I woke up, read the news and started reading on the couch. I gave myself 2 hours to read and then I'd get up to do the responsible things.

3 hours later I was tired and so I shut the book and fell asleep. I slept for 4 hours. When I woke up, I looked around and decided I didn't want to clean. Instead, I got Chinese food for dinner and read the rest of my book. At 11:30pm, I'm wide awake but know that I have to sleep because I have to go to work tomorrow.

The majority of my life is happy. I bitch alot, but overall, I know I have choices and I know I'm lucky enough to be pursuing my dream. I know I am stressed because of the house and because I'm stretched thin, but I shouldn't be feeling like this after every happy event that occurs.'s the hard part: "Publish"