howzabouta4stardinnerandprivatejet/tosay:SORRY

So this guy I’ve been writing about tried saying sorry for the night befor by making reservations at Per Se. PER fucking SE. Amazing restaurant if youre not familiar. THEN! Take me on a private jet to the hapmtons and then drive back into manhatten.. Holy not nessesary.

I put an end to that asap.

to be continued..

 

-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

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

..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

apple/warheads!

My reaction to the apple warheads at NOHO Star;NY:

 

 

death.

 

-r

ohh/chef..

So I have been rather frustrated with the fact that I wanted to come in on one of my days off to help out in kitchen where I work, but on the savory side. I’ve always been a terrible cook, and I only took the pastry course. I was willing to work for free too. But I told my pastry chef and she said she wouldn’t allow it. Her explanation consisted of me needing balance in my life, how I already spend atleast 60hours there, and that I should enjoy my time off, and do non-cooking things.

But I want to learn, hands on. Sure I can read, but I am more of the type that needs to actually do it to retain it and understand. So then I had to tell my other chef that I couldnt come in, and so that chef flipped out, because it seemed strange and unfair to deny someone of learning. It’s like, hey, free help man. wtf.

I even had another chef I know tell me that my chef may be telling me no because she has other plans for me. That I could be be ruining my chances at a raise (which is already overdue) or promotion in the future. That my chef may feel like I have betrayed her. That she may feel like, oh no, what if she leaves pastry for savory. I’m a pretty loyal person, I just like to learn all that I can when the opprotunity and chances are available, especially since I know everyone already and the kitchen layout and they like me, and it’s not like I have to pay to go to school and learn this stuff. I have the chance to learn it right there where I work, with people who are willing to take the time and teach me. This other chef even told me that it’s people like me, that try and learn everything and they end up losing focus and thats why they dont move up and become leaders–this was mostly directed towards women. Okay, with that being said, I guess I should stop cooking dinner at home, because it’s savory, and I could be losing focus. I say fuck that bullshit. Fuck it. Such horse shit.

 

Anyhoo. I won’t disrespect my chef, but I will say it was a surprise to me that it wasnt a universal response..

 

-r

silkroadpalace_Part/duo

A short story of friends, food, drinking and more.

Ok so in yesterdays asterisk* the situation had occurred to my best friend, and as it turns out, one of the girls that accompanied us out was the girlfriend of that dude. Yea, so can I just say in my opinion-that’s a shady thing to do, push a girl into the wall and yet the girlfriend is still with you?? Hi, red flag. If he’s got balls to push your friend, what makes you think he won’t push you/etc.??? Ok moving on.

So we get to this Chinese restaurant, Silk Road Palace. There is quite the wait, I am assuming it is very popular for the fact that they give out free white wine. [Boxed white wine at that-Diamond Lake for all you boxed wine lovers] We wait in the cold for a bit, finally we try to fit into the restaurant with the rest of the 30 people waiting. As you wait, people are trying to get through either to leave, get in to put their name on the list, or it’s the delivery guy. It was a very squished/claustrophobic area. At one point I had this big dude just giving me a lap dance of some sort, very uncomfortable experience let me just say. People at the bar would try and pass glasses of white to us, so I guess that was cool. But then I tasted this wine, and wow, not cool. No way Jose.

We finally sit down-order, get 2 bottles of wine, begin. Now, I hadn’t eaten much that day so I was starving, I also don’t drink often, if ever.. so tolerance was at an all time low + I am no big girl unfortunately, so I can’t keep up with these college gals who make it part of their studies to drink professionally.

The service was great, they would see your carafe ½ full and re-fill it to the top asap.. so you can imagine how much wine we were getting/ how fucked we were going to get..

To be continued..
-r

silkroadpalace_Part/uno

A short story of friends, food, drinking and more.

I live in the city, and I have this best friend that I’ve known since 7th grade. She lives about 1 ½ hours out of the city and into the Bronx. Sadly I don’t get to see her as often as I’d like to, even though we live so close. I’m definitely lucky to live in the same state as my best friend, since we all know that in most cases when people move from home, friends just don’t go follow them. But for us we just ended up finding each other.

So Friday night we make plans to go out with 2 of her friends from college, they were going to come into the city. [yaay!] So we were to meet at 6:30, she ran late, then I had transportation delays, and we couldn’t reach each other on our cells, so it was all very frustrating. Finally we meet at Times Square, and it’s 8:00. She wasn’t in the best mood for a moment, plus someone had just thrown a penny at her! [wtf?]

We go back into the subway to go uptown, destination: 81st and Amsterdam.

*little side note//what would you do in this situation..

Say one night you’re crying for whatever reason, so your friend comes to console you. Your boyfriend isn’t really helping, so your friend tells him to just go back to his room and let you handle it.

Ok, say he gets angry, and perhaps he was angry beforehand but he’s mad because you’re telling him to let you handle it and so he pushes you into a wall.

So should I dump the guy because he pushed my friend, and that’s a red flag that he’ll push me/etc.?

Or let it slide?

p.s. We’ve only been dating for 5 days, and she’s been my friend for 3 years.

To be continued…

–r