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The new girl at work blows. not only is she super slow and its been over a month already, but shes also a bit numb. She told a couple coworkers, that warm water in a warm plastic bottle can give you cancer, I feel that’s a bit exaggerated. When someone told her to label something, she turned to them and said, can you show me how? Christ! She went to culinary school, that’s one of the main things you learn and do every day! She didn’t know what a lowboy was. Like, talk about green. Sure this is her first restaurant job, mine too, but I didn’t have anyone to hold my hand. My department doesn’t have 2 people working nights and she does, so shes “lucky”. And no gives her hell, they just pick up the slack and do mas trabajo then they should be. Drives me bananas.She may never make it in the restaurant world, only thing on her side is her mediocre looks.. I could go on about how terrible she is But I shan’t. Other than that, shes a lovely girl.

Other rant would be that I hate when people stroll into work in jeans. You forgot your chef pants?? UHHH, go back home or buy a new pair. Like, this is not Chile’s, or fucking Taco Bell– actuallllly, I bet Taco Bell or BK have strict rules about attire, and not only that–they match! You are working in a 3 star restaurant, for an IRON chef and you are wearing  jeans??? WHO ARE YOU? Unacceptable.

I really need the G1, but it’s still, what? a gillion pennies? or $350ish? $170 if you get a plan with it. Ridiculous.

The boy and I. Well–I like him a ton, still not sure if it’s for the right reasons, but he is amazing. All the little things he remembers and does for me to make me feel better and to show he loves me. out of this world. I have never had this before. What I need now is a wall that’s not made by an amateur so that when we shack up I don’t disturb my roommates, oy. I know I have too. How embarrassing.

I’m sure there is mas, but time is not on my side kids. Until then..

 

-r

.the.background2.the.Cr@ve//part1

I am still in absolute shock. Absolute fucking shock.
I have this friend at work, worked with him for about a year and never really had a conversation. Then one day I decide to go up to him and ask him what his goals are in life, being that no one at work knows anything about him. What does he plan to do after working here, where did he grow up, why this, and why that..

We end up forming a friendship. We found that we share one goal, and that’s to travel the world. We both don’t have anyone to travel with us, so we have then created that bond.

We hang out, play Super Mario, try new restaurants, walk around the city looking for new bakeries, cooking at my apartment. It’s good. I enjoy his company. I usually am friends with guys more so than girls.. so this is natural to me.

I fucked up one time because I let him stay in my bed, which led to some intense crave for each others affection. I personally got over it for the most part. I haven’t been this single  e v e r r r r r r , so I was feeling a bit lonely and he was the filler. Mind you, I was very up front about how I didn’t want a relationship and this was just play time.. and I figured that most guys would have appreciated that. Right or wrong? He replied, “I understand, that’s fine.”

It’s only been a month give or take that our friendship has taken form..

So what hit me last night turned my life upside down– went fucking right out of the ballpark.. and maybe into outer-space…..
more to continue.

-r

top10pesce

sardines
mackral
char
oysters farmed
swordfish
wild salmon chinook
rainbow troutsteel head
albacore tuna
mussels

 

do it.
-r

itsbeenawhile..

things to update you on:

my work schedule changed. boooo/yaay

trust fund baby and I finally hung out to plan our yearlong trip around the world and then ate at morimoto and saw the man himself cooking..

me and the ex are finally final. im 99% sure [more on that on another day]

ive finally gone off the radar again in terms of going out and partying/drinking. oy vey.

me and ron burgandy are talking again.

we’re finally changing the dessert menu.

me and sun are already planning our thanksgiving menu.

been looking for a 2nd job.

i cant remember anything else right now.

xo

 

-r

Ohthe//beauty

 

My day at Montreal’s beautiful market where you can get fresh crepes; savory or sweet:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 I love how organized they are with placement.

 

That’s right, purple carrots.

 

 

The particular market I was at

The cross streets

 

ThedevilInThekitchen

I just finished Marco Pierre White’s book, The Devil in the Kitchen. F a b u l o u s book. Yes, he does bounce around a bit in the book, but it’s fantastic nonetheless. He is such an inspiration, yes he is in the culinary world more so than pastry–but, a m a z i n g.

He came in to eat at the restaurant I work at. OMGosh. I was f r e a k i n g out. Mr. White was going to eat where I work and I may have the once in a lifetime chance to plate his dessert[s]. Wow. I was truly ecstatic.

His courses came in and he ended up ordering pappardelle and bolognese. 2 orders of tripe. and for dessert, 3 scoops of olive oil gelato. One can look at it as, What? You came to Babbo and just ordered that??!! Or one could say, hey he just wanted comfort food. Either way, amazing. My buddy who’s been in the business for 5 or 6 years didn’t even know who the guy was! Geez, I’m a pastry gal and even I know of him. He is a legend. One of the best in the world. He replied to my excitement, ‘he’s just another guy that cooks..’ True, but not true.

He finally said, ‘yeah, he seems cool, he’s wearing checkered vans’ Whatev. My buddy did end up reading this book and getting some respect. About time.

 

Anyway, I still need to get his earlier book, White Heat. I am having a bit of trouble ordering anything off amazon, they keep asking me to enable my cookies. I did, but It still wont work. [boohoo] 

Damn.

-r

sunchips

I would also like to just say Sun Chips are amazing.

 

That is all.

 

-r

..andeverythingwasgoinggoodtill–

I absolutely hate it when the day has been awesome and then it just sucks hard at the end, example:

Hung out with a cool lady from work the other day. We walk around downtown Manhattan, walk the bridge into Williamsburg, get some food [turkey panini with avacado+chipotle mayo+cheese//little bread with a creamy olive spread and goat cheese perhaps?]delish–and I hate olives. We both got sunrises: cherry and white beer mixed. I’m not a huge fan of beers, but this was goooood.

 

Leave, check out her sweet apt., leave, find a new place, try some apps and drinks, attempt to jump off the 3 milehigh bar stools, leave, go to her bar and fav bartender–James. Now this was a sweet bar, great space, excellent music, upstairs they had this outdoorsy thing where smokers could smoke. Just a good vibe. Met her cool pals, left, brought me back to her apt. to get me a cd to copy: The Cure, DISINTEGRATION [awwwwwwwwwesome album]

Walks me to the L train, goodbyes, I go down, I know I only had 1$ on my metrocard and you need 2$, so go to the machine, only accepts fucking cash. I have none. Just change. [NOTE: earlier that day when we got white teas, I gave her 4 quarters for the tip] I add 1$, swipe at the turnstile, “please swipe again” ok, fine. “please swipe again” wtf. ok, “insufficient amount” WTF. It stole my money without letting me through. grr.

go back to the machine find alllll the change I have, guess how much I came up with? 1.95$!!!!! omggggg, 5 more centsss.

So I have to leave. Look for an atm, see NONE. taxis: NONE. Then got lost. Call my pending bf flustered, just wanted to vent and I was alone and 2% scared + on my period so I was extra flustered. He says ” I don’t know what you want from me, I cant help you” ummm ok then, I will let you get back to getting ready to go out. hang up. Hurt.

 

Find a cab, he doesn’t take cc. Says he’ll take me to an ATM. Good, get me out of here. It starts to drizzle out, windows are closed, HES GOT THE HEAT PUMPING. [que????] Im complaining to my friend via text. She replies that, “it’s because they’re from a country that’s hot” ha, geez. Find an ATM, it doesn’t work after the girl in front of me spent 10 minutes there. Go to another, doesn’t fucking work. go to the next one, charges me 2$ which also means, since I am a bankofamerica user, and I’m now using a non-bankofamerica ATM, it fucks me big time because not only do I get charges at the ATM, I get charged again from awesome Mr. bankofameria –2$. fuck me big time with a whopping 4$. So I get my money, and the taxi was like fucking 15$, +I still had to walk 11 blocks. I didn’t get into my bed till 1/4 to 1 am with work at 7 am the next day.

 

bullshit ending; though could have been worse. So thank goodness I made it ok.

Then I drempt about it that night, how my metro card wouldn’t work and I couldn’t get anywhere.

 

-r

chocolatebuttercream+passiveaggressive

So today at work, I made a white chocolate butter cream into a dark chocolate butter cream. Why? Because the white tasted like shit. Perhaps it was because “it was a couple days old”, but.. I doubt  that

 

I ask my fellow co-worker, if there was enough chocolate in it, “taste this, what do you think? Enough chocolate?”

 

Makes a face at me. [??]

 

“what? I don’t know what that face means..”

 

Pauses, looks at me and says something along the lines of: “Ohhh it’s perrrrrfect. You are like the next Jacques Torres! We should put this on the menu! Oh my god, amazing. You are so good. Wow, Mike, come try this, what do you think? It’s amazing huh? Tastes Grrreat! ”

 

I just flat out say, “you’re a dick, you are such a dick. A dick with a capital D.”

 

Then he gets all confused. Whatever. Like fuck you man. I asked a simple question and you gave me sarcastic bullshit. go fuck yourself, I am in a working environment asking a work related question. So I gave him mean eyes and didn’t hang around. [I didn't say those words exactly, hence the non existent quotation marks.]

 

Anyway, I made pretty damn good vanilla cupcakes with the chocolate butter cream. Shazam, delicioso* Well what I really did was cut the tops off like it was a muffin top, iced the cupcakes, then put the tops on slanted and 10xed it a bit. I am a crafty lady.

 

*spanish?

 

-r

 

time\s_t|cking

Oh em gee.

 

So me and my coworker are going to try and compete in a pastry competition; applications, with the recipes, and picture of the final product are due the 12 of May. Um, it’s almost the 5th soooooo Im freakin’ out.

 

I was looking at the previous years contestants, and they are goooooood, with a capital G. wow. Professionalsx9074509875340975498. Like, I want to win so bad, or atleast make it to top 5 finalist. I don’t know though. Being an anal perfectionist, I dont know. My friend says to ‘just have fun!’ yea okay, whatever, I wanna win bitch. [not her, but in general]

I suppose it will be a ‘good experience’. Now I need phenominal inspiration. yowzas. gimmie gimmie.

 

 

fingers crossed!

 

-r