Our wedding is only six months away.
Only? Yes, only.
I have planned just about everything so far; the location, the officiant, the DJ...almost everything is totally decided upon besides our final guest count and the menu for the reception.
During this time, I have decided to reflect upon my ENTIRE life, and the people who have brought me to where I am today. This blog entry is dedicated to the most important person in my life currently, and how he has changed me for the better.
Daniel.
I won't write down, for the public eye, what exactly I'm going to say to you during our nuptials, because honestly I don't know what to say to you. How do you write down words that don't accurately describe all of your feelings? I'm not talented enough a writer to write about the love and ecstasy you are held responsible for in my life. I am not nearly eloquent enough to describe how it feels to wake up next to you every day, to listen to your breathing and be just so satisfied that you're here with me.
I don't know the words to explain how, when you kiss my cheek at work, I feel giddy in the midst of a giant prep list that needs to be conquered. How, when you do small things like draw pictures for me on the white board on the fridge, I feel connected to you, even when you're asleep in the next room.
I certainly won't mention to you how satisfying it is to make you a ham sandwich every day for work, not because I feel obligated to, but because I want to provide for you and make sure you're healthy and full. Again, I'm seriously, in all seriousness, unable to say how that makes me feel in a way that the rest of the world will understand. Making a ham sandwich? Domesticated! Boring! Silly! Somehow, now that it is my daily routine, it has made me love you even more. It makes me understand how important someone can be to me, in a way that I have never felt before.
I absolutely will not go into detail about all of the hell I went through in prior relationships, because it doesn't matter anymore. Sure, they contribute to me and all of my self-confidence issues, but it doesn't matter, because you're here. You are a knight, slowly slashing through the red tape and brick walls that surround my inner self. You persistently love me. You simply will not give up, regardless of my problems and my guarded heart. You love my heart, even when it is made of stone.
I just wrote this blog because I was thinking about you. I always think about you, but tonight it was especially humbling.
You will never know what you mean to me, regardless of how many blog posts I write about you. It's okay that I'm not a good enough writer to explain our relationship, I think the secrecy of my love is special and wonderful.
I love you, babe, and thanks for everything.
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Itching.
I totally forgot to post after my huge news!
Daniel and I are ENGAGED as of January 7, 2015! I know that was over a month ago, but life has been busy. I have been scheduling all of my days around planning a wedding, and icing enough cookies to supply the entire city of Atlanta (it feels like).
As of now, we are getting married on October 18 at the Piedmont Room in Atlanta. If anything changes, I will be sure to alert everyone!
As far as life goes, things are busy, but going well. I have been working at Star Provisions since November of last year, and I couldn't be happier. I work long days (most of the time), but my ever-wonderful boss allows me to test recipes and come up with new products to sell in the store. I love that I get to smell cookies, brownies, and cooking sugar all day every day. I do not miss working as a pastry line cook in a restaurant. I do not miss it at all. One thing I do miss? My fiance.
Daniel still works nights, and I work from 7 AM-3 PM. He gets to work at 1 PM and doesn't leave until 1 AM most days. Fortunately, Chef schedules us with the same days off, but it still makes for a lonely apartment in the afternoons.
That being said, I am itching for new things to do. Wedding planning takes up a fair amount of my time, but not enough. I miss expanding my knowledge, I miss reading, and I miss creating things. I mean, my job is chock-full of creations, but I want to paint or sculpt again. I've been researching taking a ceramics class, but everything is restricted by money, as usual.
I'm working on a way to have a hobby, but one that I can participate in freely or with things I have at hand. If anyone has any suggestions, please let me know.
Until I hear from you guys, here are a few pictures of the things I've been making at Star!
Daniel and I are ENGAGED as of January 7, 2015! I know that was over a month ago, but life has been busy. I have been scheduling all of my days around planning a wedding, and icing enough cookies to supply the entire city of Atlanta (it feels like).
As of now, we are getting married on October 18 at the Piedmont Room in Atlanta. If anything changes, I will be sure to alert everyone!
As far as life goes, things are busy, but going well. I have been working at Star Provisions since November of last year, and I couldn't be happier. I work long days (most of the time), but my ever-wonderful boss allows me to test recipes and come up with new products to sell in the store. I love that I get to smell cookies, brownies, and cooking sugar all day every day. I do not miss working as a pastry line cook in a restaurant. I do not miss it at all. One thing I do miss? My fiance.
Daniel still works nights, and I work from 7 AM-3 PM. He gets to work at 1 PM and doesn't leave until 1 AM most days. Fortunately, Chef schedules us with the same days off, but it still makes for a lonely apartment in the afternoons.
That being said, I am itching for new things to do. Wedding planning takes up a fair amount of my time, but not enough. I miss expanding my knowledge, I miss reading, and I miss creating things. I mean, my job is chock-full of creations, but I want to paint or sculpt again. I've been researching taking a ceramics class, but everything is restricted by money, as usual.
I'm working on a way to have a hobby, but one that I can participate in freely or with things I have at hand. If anyone has any suggestions, please let me know.
Until I hear from you guys, here are a few pictures of the things I've been making at Star!
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| Peppermint Fudge |
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| NYE Sugar Cookies |
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| Black Forest Tarts |
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| Valentine's Day Cookies |
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| Blue Macs for Winter! |
Monday, December 29, 2014
Downsizing.
The bad/annoying news: Daniel and I have to move from our current apartment because the new company jacked the rental prices.
The good news: we found a new place! We will be paying less money per month, but we will also be living in a MUCH smaller place.
We're getting back to the basics (plus a few nifty things to make sure we don't have to get rid of everything we own), and that is okay. At first I was stressed, angry and overwhelmed by the idea of getting rid of things that I love, but now I am at peace with the notion. I have come to realize, through this situation and my perpetual struggle to make ends meet, that I don't need "stuff". I mean, I'm a realist, and I know that everyone needs "stuff", but not ALL of the stuff. I am learning to let go.
All I need is my life, my Daniel and a job that makes me happy. Fortunately, I have all of those things. The spare couch, my favorite table and chairs and the extra bathroom all take a back seat to the things that I value most: the things that don't cost any money.
Is this growing up? Realizing that the most important things are fueled by love instead of cash? I certainly hope so. This epiphany has made me feel damn good.
The good news: we found a new place! We will be paying less money per month, but we will also be living in a MUCH smaller place.
We're getting back to the basics (plus a few nifty things to make sure we don't have to get rid of everything we own), and that is okay. At first I was stressed, angry and overwhelmed by the idea of getting rid of things that I love, but now I am at peace with the notion. I have come to realize, through this situation and my perpetual struggle to make ends meet, that I don't need "stuff". I mean, I'm a realist, and I know that everyone needs "stuff", but not ALL of the stuff. I am learning to let go.
All I need is my life, my Daniel and a job that makes me happy. Fortunately, I have all of those things. The spare couch, my favorite table and chairs and the extra bathroom all take a back seat to the things that I value most: the things that don't cost any money.
Is this growing up? Realizing that the most important things are fueled by love instead of cash? I certainly hope so. This epiphany has made me feel damn good.
Monday, December 8, 2014
Student Loan Debt.
I got myself into this, right? I signed up to go to the most expensive culinary school in the country, and off I went. Within two magnificent years, I had accumulated $80k worth of debt. That number didn't seem to phase me while I was still getting a small sliver of it sent straight to my bank account every semester during school. Now? NOW? That number rules my life. I want to try to explain that feeling to people who don't shoulder such a hefty blob of debt.
It's like kayaking in the middle of a shark-infested ocean, with no chance of a larger rescue boat. You know that inevitably you will be eaten alive.
It's like being a loan spaghetti noodle in the Congo River in Africa. Have you seen those rapids? A spaghetti noodle would not last long.
It's like being trapped in a really cold, damp cave with no light. You are stumbling blindly, hands out in front of you, praying for a single beam to illuminate your path, but it never comes. Everything that surrounds you is slimy and unforgiving.
It's like pounding away at a steel beam with a sourdough baguette.
It's like screaming at the top of your lungs for help, but there being no one around for miles and miles and miles.
It feels like trying to carry around a really large water bed on your shoulders, by yourself.
It feels a lot like suffocating, I imagine.
Living with $700 loan payments on an hourly wage, working as many hours as I'm allowed (seriously, I get kicked out of work at the end of every week so I don't get too much overtime) means:
I cry at nothing. Literally, I started writing this post and now I'm crying.
I cry when I look at people's Instagram photos of nice dinners or evenings with their significant others. I can't have that.
I cry when I listen to Christmas music, because I just spent money on Christmas presents for my friends and family that I should have used to eat this month. I'm living off of Knorr noodle sides.
I have to really bite my lip when I go to the grocery store. I checked out at Publix the other day and cried the whole way home, because I don't know how long I can make this food stretch.
I cry because I get angry at my bunnies for eating too much hay, too many greens or pellets. They never know I'm angry, but the guilt that I feel for getting upset when I fill their food bowls pushes me over the edge. I mean, they're the cutest things ever. How can a good person get angry at them?
I saved a sandwich for four days because I didn't eat it one day at work, and I could not bring myself to throw away three slices of ham, a tablespoon of mayonnaise, a tablespoon of mustard, four pickle slices and two pieces of bread. Half of that sandwich was my lunch today. The other half will be for tomorrow.
I have looked into several options to lower my loan payments to fit my salary, and my options are basically non-existent. Government loans are a little more forgiving, you can lower your payments based on your income. I sent in a pay stub and they knocked $50 off of my monthly bill. The private loan company I used was very excited to offer me lower payments for a year, but then they casually mentioned that my payments would be even higher the next year. They said, "Maybe by then you'll get a promotion or find a better job!" I said, "Nice try, but bye."
The absolute worst part is that this whole thing is MY FAULT. It was my decision to go to the stupid CIA, nobody forced me into this horror except myself. I am dumb, dumb, dumb. I can't even channel my anger correctly because if I did, it would all be at myself. I don't regret going to school because there I met my Daniel and some of my best friends, and I also learned that I can be good at something and love to do it for a living at the same time. However, if I was going to do it all over again, I would have saved more. I would have waited until I could pay off at least part of every semester by myself. I may not have gone at all, but then where would my life be?
This time, right now, is both the best and worst part of my life. My personal life is so excellent, with my perfect boyfriend and our bunny children. I love my job and I love my coworkers. I love making cakes, cookies, candies and confections. I do not, however, love this black fog that constantly surrounds my judgement and my attitude. It's hard to feel hopeful right now. It's very hard.
I guess I just have to keep working and waiting for some redemption, I just hope it comes soon.
It's like kayaking in the middle of a shark-infested ocean, with no chance of a larger rescue boat. You know that inevitably you will be eaten alive.
It's like being a loan spaghetti noodle in the Congo River in Africa. Have you seen those rapids? A spaghetti noodle would not last long.
It's like being trapped in a really cold, damp cave with no light. You are stumbling blindly, hands out in front of you, praying for a single beam to illuminate your path, but it never comes. Everything that surrounds you is slimy and unforgiving.
It's like pounding away at a steel beam with a sourdough baguette.
It's like screaming at the top of your lungs for help, but there being no one around for miles and miles and miles.
It feels like trying to carry around a really large water bed on your shoulders, by yourself.
It feels a lot like suffocating, I imagine.
Living with $700 loan payments on an hourly wage, working as many hours as I'm allowed (seriously, I get kicked out of work at the end of every week so I don't get too much overtime) means:
I cry at nothing. Literally, I started writing this post and now I'm crying.
I cry when I look at people's Instagram photos of nice dinners or evenings with their significant others. I can't have that.
I cry when I listen to Christmas music, because I just spent money on Christmas presents for my friends and family that I should have used to eat this month. I'm living off of Knorr noodle sides.
I have to really bite my lip when I go to the grocery store. I checked out at Publix the other day and cried the whole way home, because I don't know how long I can make this food stretch.
I cry because I get angry at my bunnies for eating too much hay, too many greens or pellets. They never know I'm angry, but the guilt that I feel for getting upset when I fill their food bowls pushes me over the edge. I mean, they're the cutest things ever. How can a good person get angry at them?
I saved a sandwich for four days because I didn't eat it one day at work, and I could not bring myself to throw away three slices of ham, a tablespoon of mayonnaise, a tablespoon of mustard, four pickle slices and two pieces of bread. Half of that sandwich was my lunch today. The other half will be for tomorrow.
I have looked into several options to lower my loan payments to fit my salary, and my options are basically non-existent. Government loans are a little more forgiving, you can lower your payments based on your income. I sent in a pay stub and they knocked $50 off of my monthly bill. The private loan company I used was very excited to offer me lower payments for a year, but then they casually mentioned that my payments would be even higher the next year. They said, "Maybe by then you'll get a promotion or find a better job!" I said, "Nice try, but bye."
The absolute worst part is that this whole thing is MY FAULT. It was my decision to go to the stupid CIA, nobody forced me into this horror except myself. I am dumb, dumb, dumb. I can't even channel my anger correctly because if I did, it would all be at myself. I don't regret going to school because there I met my Daniel and some of my best friends, and I also learned that I can be good at something and love to do it for a living at the same time. However, if I was going to do it all over again, I would have saved more. I would have waited until I could pay off at least part of every semester by myself. I may not have gone at all, but then where would my life be?
This time, right now, is both the best and worst part of my life. My personal life is so excellent, with my perfect boyfriend and our bunny children. I love my job and I love my coworkers. I love making cakes, cookies, candies and confections. I do not, however, love this black fog that constantly surrounds my judgement and my attitude. It's hard to feel hopeful right now. It's very hard.
I guess I just have to keep working and waiting for some redemption, I just hope it comes soon.
Sunday, August 31, 2014
Past and Present.
This entry will be short, because it has to be.
Four years ago, my life changed drastically for the better. I left a situation in which I was dating a man who ended up stalking me, causing me to get a restraining order against him. He was into some extremely shady business, and I wanted no part of it. Since then, I have conquered many fears that I once had about life, and about my future. I have met a wonderful man with whom I live and share two bunny children. My life is on a direction that I am very proud of.
That being said, it has been brought to my attention that he has recently viewed my LinkedIn profile, and even this blog. I am here to say that I am not afraid of you, sir, and no amount of your presence could EVER make me regret getting out of the scariest, most devastating situation of my entire life. I am a happy, healthy, full-grown woman nowadays, and your desire to seek out information about me only makes me sad for you. I wish you no good fortune, as the hell you put me through does not warrant my encouragement, but I do wish that you would get back to whatever life you have made for yourself and stay the hell away from mine.
I will most likely end up taking this post down, but it feels good to put it out there, if even just for a little while.
Thanks to everyone for your continued support and love.
Four years ago, my life changed drastically for the better. I left a situation in which I was dating a man who ended up stalking me, causing me to get a restraining order against him. He was into some extremely shady business, and I wanted no part of it. Since then, I have conquered many fears that I once had about life, and about my future. I have met a wonderful man with whom I live and share two bunny children. My life is on a direction that I am very proud of.
That being said, it has been brought to my attention that he has recently viewed my LinkedIn profile, and even this blog. I am here to say that I am not afraid of you, sir, and no amount of your presence could EVER make me regret getting out of the scariest, most devastating situation of my entire life. I am a happy, healthy, full-grown woman nowadays, and your desire to seek out information about me only makes me sad for you. I wish you no good fortune, as the hell you put me through does not warrant my encouragement, but I do wish that you would get back to whatever life you have made for yourself and stay the hell away from mine.
I will most likely end up taking this post down, but it feels good to put it out there, if even just for a little while.
Thanks to everyone for your continued support and love.
Thursday, July 24, 2014
Opening a Restaurant.
Well, I have embarked on a new adventure.
In my last post, I mentioned that I would be starting a new position at The Luminary, working under Chef Eli Kirshtein. Well, I have begun! It has been a slow process, and the opening has been delayed by weeks, but it has been one hell of a ride.
We started last week by cooking the full menu for the staff. I went in this past Thursday and prepped up my station for 8 hours. Then, the following day, I came in and plated all of the desserts for our front of house group. We got some feedback from them and Eli, and we made adjustments accordingly.
After that, we had a weekend off. As I said, this process has been slow. I was having a conversation with one of my fellow line cooks about it, and he said, "You know how much it sucks to not work weekends? Well some people have EVERY weekend off!" We both laughed, because we know that neither one of us will know that luxury for many, many years. I guess, in our eyes, we didn't see it as a luxury. We saw it as an inconvenience, and a severely depleted paycheck.
So, yesterday, Garden & Gun magazine and Ralph Lauren Home bought out the restaurant, even though we aren't open yet. We served ~65 people, and it was fun! We started everyone out with gougeres, seafood towers, and beets with bernaise sauce. After everyone was seated, we served a bibb lettuce salad with a tarragon vinaigrette. The entrees were a choice of fish, steak frites, or the vegetarian option which featured some delicious chickpea flour fries (I'm not sure of their real title). I made sure to try a bit of each plate, and they were all wonderful. The dessert course was profiteroles filled with coffee diplomat, served with a hazelnut caramel sauce. SO yummy.
So anyway, after service, we talked to Chef Eli, and he told us that we are still waiting on our liquor license to be finalized. We will hopefully be back in the restaurant on Tuesday to start prepping again, and then we will most likely open later in the week. I cannot wait to work a full-time job again! I am immensely excited to work with this group of folks in the kitchen, but I'm ready for it to start already. I feel like part of me is missing every time I DON'T work a Saturday night shift.
Anyway, I snapped a few pictures during service, and here they are! I was so busy plating dessert that I didn't have time to take any pictures, sorry!
In my last post, I mentioned that I would be starting a new position at The Luminary, working under Chef Eli Kirshtein. Well, I have begun! It has been a slow process, and the opening has been delayed by weeks, but it has been one hell of a ride.
We started last week by cooking the full menu for the staff. I went in this past Thursday and prepped up my station for 8 hours. Then, the following day, I came in and plated all of the desserts for our front of house group. We got some feedback from them and Eli, and we made adjustments accordingly.
After that, we had a weekend off. As I said, this process has been slow. I was having a conversation with one of my fellow line cooks about it, and he said, "You know how much it sucks to not work weekends? Well some people have EVERY weekend off!" We both laughed, because we know that neither one of us will know that luxury for many, many years. I guess, in our eyes, we didn't see it as a luxury. We saw it as an inconvenience, and a severely depleted paycheck.
So, yesterday, Garden & Gun magazine and Ralph Lauren Home bought out the restaurant, even though we aren't open yet. We served ~65 people, and it was fun! We started everyone out with gougeres, seafood towers, and beets with bernaise sauce. After everyone was seated, we served a bibb lettuce salad with a tarragon vinaigrette. The entrees were a choice of fish, steak frites, or the vegetarian option which featured some delicious chickpea flour fries (I'm not sure of their real title). I made sure to try a bit of each plate, and they were all wonderful. The dessert course was profiteroles filled with coffee diplomat, served with a hazelnut caramel sauce. SO yummy.
So anyway, after service, we talked to Chef Eli, and he told us that we are still waiting on our liquor license to be finalized. We will hopefully be back in the restaurant on Tuesday to start prepping again, and then we will most likely open later in the week. I cannot wait to work a full-time job again! I am immensely excited to work with this group of folks in the kitchen, but I'm ready for it to start already. I feel like part of me is missing every time I DON'T work a Saturday night shift.
Anyway, I snapped a few pictures during service, and here they are! I was so busy plating dessert that I didn't have time to take any pictures, sorry!
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| Bibb salad with tarragon vinaigrette and summer squash, fennel. |
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| Vegetarian Option! Chickpea flour fries, squash, tomatoes, aioli. |
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| Steak frites. |
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| Fish with tomatoes and slaw. Sooooo good. |
Sunday, June 22, 2014
Spinning Plates.
For awhile now, I haven't felt like posting. I have been getting used to life outside of school, and everything seems boring, mundane, and not worth writing about.
Then I watched Spinning Plates, a documentary on Netflix featuring three very different restaurants and their day-to-day operations and goals. It has me thinking positively, for the first time in awhile.
I am PROUD to be a part of this industry. Whatever tiny part I play in the grand concerto of the food world, I am happy to be here, doing what I do. I may get paid terribly, worked too hard, and bullied, but when I prove myself, the joy that comes from a satisfied look on peoples' faces who are consuming my food reassures me. I may not be making much of a difference right now, but one day, I will. I just know it.
That being said, I want to catch everyone up on what has been going on in Atlanta since Daniel and I moved here. I began work at King + Duke in Buckhead, and am still currently a pastry cook for them. In April, I got a second job working for Anne Quatrano at Star Provisions. I worked directly under one of the most wonderful women I have ever met, named Zibaa.
I don't think Zibaa would want me to dedicate this entire post to her, but I definitely could. She is worth more words than I could ever express. Her work ethic is nearly insane, her positive attitude radiates throughout the whole building, and her desire to see people excel is just invigorating. I learned a lot working for her at Star.
Unfortunately, I had to leave Star Provisions. I was offered a promotion within the Rocket Farms company, and for the longest time, I had planned to accept the title of lead pastry cook at The Optimist on Howell Mill. I had to leave Star to ensure that I could dedicate myself entirely to The Optimist, even though I would be making significantly less money having only one job.
However, because life is extremely unpredictable, I got a text one day from my externship pastry chef, Aaron Russell. He told me about a friend of his who is opening a new restaurant called The Luminary in an up-and-coming market called Krog Street in July, and that he had given him my contact information. Mind you, this is one of the first times Chef Aaron has ever complimented my skills and aptitude in the kitchen. Chefs are not notorious for their excessively complimentary demeanor, no matter how well you feel that you are doing. Usually they express their gratitude just like this, by a verbal recommendation to one of their highly-ranked colleagues that you, in fact, do not suck.
I did some research, only to discover that Chef Eli was on Top Chef season 6, and that he has worked for Michelin star restaurants in NYC, and also that he is a CIA Graduate, just like myself. I was intrigued, so I went to meet with him. After the first interview/conversation we had, my interest had been peaked. I love the style of food that he wants to serve, I love the atmosphere of the new restaurant (even though it is just now coming together, there is barely any furniture in the building at all), and I enjoyed talking with Eli. He is a no-nonsense guy whose wife is a pastry chef at another restaurant in Atlanta. In other words, he has respect for pastry people, because he is married to one. That is a rare quality to find in chefs, because most of them think pastry people are weird, quiet, nerdy, and prefer extremely shiny sheet pans to well-seasoned cast irons. All of those things are true, by the way, but it is one thing to think that about a group of people, and it is another thing entirely to respect us for our strange qualities.
Anyway, after much deliberation and advice-seeking, I decided to put in my notice at King + Duke, and to move over to work at The Luminary with Chef Eli. I am off on a risky, but exciting culinary adventure. I am so grateful for the opportunity to open a new restaurant with a group of people that I already respect. I think that opening this place will guide me in my future aspirations, and will also teach me a lot about how a restaurant should be run.
For now, though, I am working at King + Duke, and trying to hold my own by working six day-weeks without any overtime. I appreciate the very little downtime that I have, and I am using it to finish reading my Chocolates and Confections book, as well as doing research on how to know everything there is to know about the culinary world.
The one thing I love most about this industry that I work in, is the constant evolution. There is always someone out there doing something new, and trying to keep up with the new trends is almost like having a second job in itself. Watching Grant Achatz in Spinning Plates made me realize, more than ever, that things are always changing in the food world, and that a casual jog is not going to catch me up to the big names in this industry. At this point, I need to start out at a full sprint, and learn until my brain explodes. And when my brain explodes? Put the pieces back together in a new way, and maybe I will be the one who comes up with the next big thing.
Until that happens, I'm going to keep reading, keep studying, and keep working towards my end goal of knowing everything possible about everything. I'll let you guys know how it's going.
Then I watched Spinning Plates, a documentary on Netflix featuring three very different restaurants and their day-to-day operations and goals. It has me thinking positively, for the first time in awhile.
I am PROUD to be a part of this industry. Whatever tiny part I play in the grand concerto of the food world, I am happy to be here, doing what I do. I may get paid terribly, worked too hard, and bullied, but when I prove myself, the joy that comes from a satisfied look on peoples' faces who are consuming my food reassures me. I may not be making much of a difference right now, but one day, I will. I just know it.
That being said, I want to catch everyone up on what has been going on in Atlanta since Daniel and I moved here. I began work at King + Duke in Buckhead, and am still currently a pastry cook for them. In April, I got a second job working for Anne Quatrano at Star Provisions. I worked directly under one of the most wonderful women I have ever met, named Zibaa.
I don't think Zibaa would want me to dedicate this entire post to her, but I definitely could. She is worth more words than I could ever express. Her work ethic is nearly insane, her positive attitude radiates throughout the whole building, and her desire to see people excel is just invigorating. I learned a lot working for her at Star.
Unfortunately, I had to leave Star Provisions. I was offered a promotion within the Rocket Farms company, and for the longest time, I had planned to accept the title of lead pastry cook at The Optimist on Howell Mill. I had to leave Star to ensure that I could dedicate myself entirely to The Optimist, even though I would be making significantly less money having only one job.
However, because life is extremely unpredictable, I got a text one day from my externship pastry chef, Aaron Russell. He told me about a friend of his who is opening a new restaurant called The Luminary in an up-and-coming market called Krog Street in July, and that he had given him my contact information. Mind you, this is one of the first times Chef Aaron has ever complimented my skills and aptitude in the kitchen. Chefs are not notorious for their excessively complimentary demeanor, no matter how well you feel that you are doing. Usually they express their gratitude just like this, by a verbal recommendation to one of their highly-ranked colleagues that you, in fact, do not suck.
I did some research, only to discover that Chef Eli was on Top Chef season 6, and that he has worked for Michelin star restaurants in NYC, and also that he is a CIA Graduate, just like myself. I was intrigued, so I went to meet with him. After the first interview/conversation we had, my interest had been peaked. I love the style of food that he wants to serve, I love the atmosphere of the new restaurant (even though it is just now coming together, there is barely any furniture in the building at all), and I enjoyed talking with Eli. He is a no-nonsense guy whose wife is a pastry chef at another restaurant in Atlanta. In other words, he has respect for pastry people, because he is married to one. That is a rare quality to find in chefs, because most of them think pastry people are weird, quiet, nerdy, and prefer extremely shiny sheet pans to well-seasoned cast irons. All of those things are true, by the way, but it is one thing to think that about a group of people, and it is another thing entirely to respect us for our strange qualities.
Anyway, after much deliberation and advice-seeking, I decided to put in my notice at King + Duke, and to move over to work at The Luminary with Chef Eli. I am off on a risky, but exciting culinary adventure. I am so grateful for the opportunity to open a new restaurant with a group of people that I already respect. I think that opening this place will guide me in my future aspirations, and will also teach me a lot about how a restaurant should be run.
For now, though, I am working at King + Duke, and trying to hold my own by working six day-weeks without any overtime. I appreciate the very little downtime that I have, and I am using it to finish reading my Chocolates and Confections book, as well as doing research on how to know everything there is to know about the culinary world.
The one thing I love most about this industry that I work in, is the constant evolution. There is always someone out there doing something new, and trying to keep up with the new trends is almost like having a second job in itself. Watching Grant Achatz in Spinning Plates made me realize, more than ever, that things are always changing in the food world, and that a casual jog is not going to catch me up to the big names in this industry. At this point, I need to start out at a full sprint, and learn until my brain explodes. And when my brain explodes? Put the pieces back together in a new way, and maybe I will be the one who comes up with the next big thing.
Until that happens, I'm going to keep reading, keep studying, and keep working towards my end goal of knowing everything possible about everything. I'll let you guys know how it's going.
Thursday, April 10, 2014
Why Not?
Lately, I've been thinking a lot about my situation. Where I've come from, where I've been. I'm different from a lot of people in this industry, as I've never been to jail, never gotten into any sort of financial trouble I couldn't wriggle my way out of, and I'm involved in a stable, healthy relationship. I contribute my success to how my parents raised me; there is not a chance I could have failed with them as my backbone.
I also realize that, even in a year, my mentality has entirely changed. I'm here to question WHY this has happened. When I started culinary school, I had panic attacks and anxiety through the roof. Every time I felt sick, I would throw myself into a panic that would cause fainting spells, heavy breathing, and inevitable tears. I experienced these attacks while in school, while tossing and turning in my bed at night, and in the dining hall surrounded by friends. There was no escaping the feeling of walls caving in, and, obviously, my imminent death. (That's what you tell yourself when you're in the midst of a panic attack.)
Currently, I have not experienced a panic attack in nearly a year. Post-externship, I returned to school as a different person, even if my classmates didn't realize it. I would never have let them know about my panicking; I would never show weakness to people that I had to work with every day. Before I moved to Atlanta the first time, I would call my condition pretty debilitating. I was always thinking of ways to avoid feeling sick or too hot or claustrophobic or too spontaneous. It was like a never-ending cycle of questioning whether or not I would make it through class that day.
After I finished my time at Restaurant Eugene, something changed. I left with a sense of confidence that I could make it through almost anything without spazzing out. Why? What has the restaurant industry truly DONE for me? It proved to me that I could live in extreme conditions (no food, no water, no place to sit, not a single comfortable place to stand, elevated temperatures....) without failing. No longer was I afraid of what I felt I could not complete.
When I returned to school, I did not suffer a single panic attack, even working in an environment where I was constantly in and out of a deep-fryer, working in a tiny kitchen that easily made it up to 90 degrees on a slow day. I never thought to myself, "you will not make it through this." I always KNEW that I could and would tough it out through any situation school could throw at me.
Now I sit here, facing reality (in a distorted sort of way), and I'm feeling EVEN CALMER than I was before. Sure, there are days I spend fretting over how the hell I'm supposed to pay all of my bills on $340/week, but other than that, I'm living on a friggin cloud. My mentality has become centered around the idea of "Why Not?" I still deal with pretty extreme social anxiety, and an occasional desire to run away from everything, but most of the time I ask myself, "Why not?" before making decisions. Why not work 15 hour days? Why not work harder than most of my coworkers, doing prep for other stations and cleaning up areas that no one even notices are dirty? Why not ask every question that comes to my mind? Why not try new recipes, even if they are strange? Why not eat at a new restaurant, and try the oddest thing on their menu? Why not apply for jobs in France, or England, or Spain? What could possibly go wrong if I stretch myself past the breaking point? I can do this. I always could do this. It may have taken me longer to realize than most people, but I have an ever-tightening grasp on who I am, and what I can and cannot do. And as far as I'm concerned, I can do anything.
I also realize that, even in a year, my mentality has entirely changed. I'm here to question WHY this has happened. When I started culinary school, I had panic attacks and anxiety through the roof. Every time I felt sick, I would throw myself into a panic that would cause fainting spells, heavy breathing, and inevitable tears. I experienced these attacks while in school, while tossing and turning in my bed at night, and in the dining hall surrounded by friends. There was no escaping the feeling of walls caving in, and, obviously, my imminent death. (That's what you tell yourself when you're in the midst of a panic attack.)
Currently, I have not experienced a panic attack in nearly a year. Post-externship, I returned to school as a different person, even if my classmates didn't realize it. I would never have let them know about my panicking; I would never show weakness to people that I had to work with every day. Before I moved to Atlanta the first time, I would call my condition pretty debilitating. I was always thinking of ways to avoid feeling sick or too hot or claustrophobic or too spontaneous. It was like a never-ending cycle of questioning whether or not I would make it through class that day.
After I finished my time at Restaurant Eugene, something changed. I left with a sense of confidence that I could make it through almost anything without spazzing out. Why? What has the restaurant industry truly DONE for me? It proved to me that I could live in extreme conditions (no food, no water, no place to sit, not a single comfortable place to stand, elevated temperatures....) without failing. No longer was I afraid of what I felt I could not complete.
When I returned to school, I did not suffer a single panic attack, even working in an environment where I was constantly in and out of a deep-fryer, working in a tiny kitchen that easily made it up to 90 degrees on a slow day. I never thought to myself, "you will not make it through this." I always KNEW that I could and would tough it out through any situation school could throw at me.
Now I sit here, facing reality (in a distorted sort of way), and I'm feeling EVEN CALMER than I was before. Sure, there are days I spend fretting over how the hell I'm supposed to pay all of my bills on $340/week, but other than that, I'm living on a friggin cloud. My mentality has become centered around the idea of "Why Not?" I still deal with pretty extreme social anxiety, and an occasional desire to run away from everything, but most of the time I ask myself, "Why not?" before making decisions. Why not work 15 hour days? Why not work harder than most of my coworkers, doing prep for other stations and cleaning up areas that no one even notices are dirty? Why not ask every question that comes to my mind? Why not try new recipes, even if they are strange? Why not eat at a new restaurant, and try the oddest thing on their menu? Why not apply for jobs in France, or England, or Spain? What could possibly go wrong if I stretch myself past the breaking point? I can do this. I always could do this. It may have taken me longer to realize than most people, but I have an ever-tightening grasp on who I am, and what I can and cannot do. And as far as I'm concerned, I can do anything.
Saturday, March 15, 2014
Inspired Bunny-Parent.
Well, this is it. This is real life.
I am working to earn a wage to support myself, and I am no longer waiting around for loan checks to be dispersed to me while I attend classes. I can't really explain how it feels, because it's not anything very exciting or fun to read about, but I feel like I've achieved something, finally. I graduated from school, and got a job using my degree. I am excelling at that job, and my peers and superiors are starting to notice that I am good at what I do.
For awhile, I will be living paycheck-to-paycheck, as most cooks do for their entire lives, but I have bigger plans for myself. One day, I want to be in charge of something. I want to work my way to the top of the pastry kingdom, but for now all I can do is wait, and put in my time on the line.
My job is going very well, I work for a great company. There are always problems within the restaurant industry, but Rocket Farms is doing a great job to try to correct common problems. Most cooks feel under appreciated and over-worked, but not with this company. Here's an example: When I first started, there was only one dishwasher. There are two large dish pits that have to operate for the entirety of service, and it is physically impossible for one person to maintain both stations. Well, I say that, and then Jeff did it all by himself for WEEKS. He worked every day, by himself, scrubbing pots, changing dishwasher water, running glasses, putting away dishes, and sweating from the steam. He never stopped smiling. He maintained the BEST attitude of anyone in the kitchen, even though the rest of us weren't even working half as hard as he was. Now, at a lot of places, they might make you a cake, or have the staff clap for you for a minute, but Rocket Farms heard about how well Jeff was doing, and they took it a step further. Jeff got promoted, he is now training to work in Garde Manger, and he received a copy of the "Food Lovers Companion" , which all of the staff signed. The company really REALLY wanted him to know how much they appreciate him.
I loved every moment of the speech that Chef Stafford gave about Jeff. It was truly inspirational to see that someone who starts at the very bottom can work their way up to a higher station in just a matter of weeks. All it took was a little positivity, and a lot of hard work. I can succeed in this environment, just like Jeff did. I stayed with him most nights until 1 AM, helping him try to close up dish stations that were constantly being bombarded by plates and 9-pans. My efforts did not go unnoticed, Chef Stafford is working on adding "points" to my file this week, so hopefully I will be eligible for a raise pretty soon. What a great feeling.
Other things going on in my life? Not too much. Daniel and I rescued a bunny from Young-Williams Animal Shelter in Knoxville a few weeks ago, and we love her company. She truly is a light in my life. We named her Macchiato, because she is the color of coffee, and she's finally gotten comfortable enough with us to come flop down by our sides when she wants head scratches. That girl is a fiend for head scratches. We're working on trying to find her a younger sibling, because bunnies really need companionship more often than we can give it to her. For now, though, we're converting our second bedroom into an ultimate bunny playground, so that she can have a happy life. I love the process of learning about a pet, especially what makes her happiest. It has been a fun few weeks with her.
Anyway, I knew I hadn't posted for awhile, and it may be awhile again before anything interesting happens, but I thought I would leave a short update for my family and friends that I haven't spoken to since graduation. I miss all of you terribly, and can't wait to hear from you. Much love, friends.
I am working to earn a wage to support myself, and I am no longer waiting around for loan checks to be dispersed to me while I attend classes. I can't really explain how it feels, because it's not anything very exciting or fun to read about, but I feel like I've achieved something, finally. I graduated from school, and got a job using my degree. I am excelling at that job, and my peers and superiors are starting to notice that I am good at what I do.
For awhile, I will be living paycheck-to-paycheck, as most cooks do for their entire lives, but I have bigger plans for myself. One day, I want to be in charge of something. I want to work my way to the top of the pastry kingdom, but for now all I can do is wait, and put in my time on the line.
My job is going very well, I work for a great company. There are always problems within the restaurant industry, but Rocket Farms is doing a great job to try to correct common problems. Most cooks feel under appreciated and over-worked, but not with this company. Here's an example: When I first started, there was only one dishwasher. There are two large dish pits that have to operate for the entirety of service, and it is physically impossible for one person to maintain both stations. Well, I say that, and then Jeff did it all by himself for WEEKS. He worked every day, by himself, scrubbing pots, changing dishwasher water, running glasses, putting away dishes, and sweating from the steam. He never stopped smiling. He maintained the BEST attitude of anyone in the kitchen, even though the rest of us weren't even working half as hard as he was. Now, at a lot of places, they might make you a cake, or have the staff clap for you for a minute, but Rocket Farms heard about how well Jeff was doing, and they took it a step further. Jeff got promoted, he is now training to work in Garde Manger, and he received a copy of the "Food Lovers Companion" , which all of the staff signed. The company really REALLY wanted him to know how much they appreciate him.
I loved every moment of the speech that Chef Stafford gave about Jeff. It was truly inspirational to see that someone who starts at the very bottom can work their way up to a higher station in just a matter of weeks. All it took was a little positivity, and a lot of hard work. I can succeed in this environment, just like Jeff did. I stayed with him most nights until 1 AM, helping him try to close up dish stations that were constantly being bombarded by plates and 9-pans. My efforts did not go unnoticed, Chef Stafford is working on adding "points" to my file this week, so hopefully I will be eligible for a raise pretty soon. What a great feeling.
Other things going on in my life? Not too much. Daniel and I rescued a bunny from Young-Williams Animal Shelter in Knoxville a few weeks ago, and we love her company. She truly is a light in my life. We named her Macchiato, because she is the color of coffee, and she's finally gotten comfortable enough with us to come flop down by our sides when she wants head scratches. That girl is a fiend for head scratches. We're working on trying to find her a younger sibling, because bunnies really need companionship more often than we can give it to her. For now, though, we're converting our second bedroom into an ultimate bunny playground, so that she can have a happy life. I love the process of learning about a pet, especially what makes her happiest. It has been a fun few weeks with her.
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| Daniel feeding Macchiato some kale. |
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| Right before the flop. |
Monday, February 24, 2014
All is Well.
It's been over a week since I first walked in to King + Duke in Atlanta. Tonight will be my 6th shift in a row without a day off, and while I'm ready for a day to myself, I am also very happy with my position. I thought, by now, I would be raging and foaming at the mouth because I've been working for almost a week straight, but I'm not. I'm HAPPY. I have never worked in a restaurant where everyone is happy. There is not one sour face in that place! Everyone wants to be at work, and if they don't, at least they remain professional and put on a good smile for their entire shift. It's amazing.
Now, no place is perfect. I have, during my time at King + Duke, spent about half of my time plating desserts, and the other half washing dishes. For whatever reason, we only have one dishwasher when we are supposed to have AT LEAST two. I think the ideal amount is four, but nothing is ever ideal. I have stayed at work for several nights until around 1:00 AM washing dishes with the rest of the line, but let me tell you, even when we get done serving 300+ people and we step off the line to wash dishes, we are all still laughing and joking around. It's not even a bad time when we're having to bust our asses to clean up a station that is not ours. I am so surprised with everyone's attitude at this place, and I hope it lasts.
Also, we do SO MANY COVERS. (A cover=a guest). On Saturday, the first time I was by myself for more than a few minutes, we did 400+ covers and made $24,000. We were only open from 5:30-11 PM. I am not kidding when I tell you that I have only ever been that busy a few times in my life, and I have chosen not to remember them. The most people I ever plated for at Restaurant Eugene was around 120, so I stepped into a situation where I'm plating for 3x that many! However, I hope you guys don't think I'm complaining. This is the exact opposite of that, actually. I am so proud and excited to be a part of this restaurant group. People love our food and our service, and I am so stoked to be providing them with awesome desserts to finish off their time in the restaurant.
Things at home are great as well. Daniel and I are LOVING our new apartment, we don't have any complaints so far. Any time we have had a problem, maintenance comes right over to fix it. For example, when we moved in, our dishwasher was busted. I called the office manager and he put an order in. The maintenance men came to check it out the next day, and ordered the new appliance as soon as they left. We just had it installed a few days ago, and it is awesome. Speaking of appliances, my dad also drove up from Jacksonville to deliver our washer and dryer! He also installed it, and saved us a lot of time and effort. Our house is becoming a home!
So, to conclude, everything is awesome. I am so excited and happy about my decision to come back to Atlanta, and I hope that my enthusiasm for this place continues to build as time passes. I hope all of my readers get a chance to come visit me, if they can. I would love to have some guests to show around! Much love, everyone.
Now, no place is perfect. I have, during my time at King + Duke, spent about half of my time plating desserts, and the other half washing dishes. For whatever reason, we only have one dishwasher when we are supposed to have AT LEAST two. I think the ideal amount is four, but nothing is ever ideal. I have stayed at work for several nights until around 1:00 AM washing dishes with the rest of the line, but let me tell you, even when we get done serving 300+ people and we step off the line to wash dishes, we are all still laughing and joking around. It's not even a bad time when we're having to bust our asses to clean up a station that is not ours. I am so surprised with everyone's attitude at this place, and I hope it lasts.
Also, we do SO MANY COVERS. (A cover=a guest). On Saturday, the first time I was by myself for more than a few minutes, we did 400+ covers and made $24,000. We were only open from 5:30-11 PM. I am not kidding when I tell you that I have only ever been that busy a few times in my life, and I have chosen not to remember them. The most people I ever plated for at Restaurant Eugene was around 120, so I stepped into a situation where I'm plating for 3x that many! However, I hope you guys don't think I'm complaining. This is the exact opposite of that, actually. I am so proud and excited to be a part of this restaurant group. People love our food and our service, and I am so stoked to be providing them with awesome desserts to finish off their time in the restaurant.
Things at home are great as well. Daniel and I are LOVING our new apartment, we don't have any complaints so far. Any time we have had a problem, maintenance comes right over to fix it. For example, when we moved in, our dishwasher was busted. I called the office manager and he put an order in. The maintenance men came to check it out the next day, and ordered the new appliance as soon as they left. We just had it installed a few days ago, and it is awesome. Speaking of appliances, my dad also drove up from Jacksonville to deliver our washer and dryer! He also installed it, and saved us a lot of time and effort. Our house is becoming a home!
So, to conclude, everything is awesome. I am so excited and happy about my decision to come back to Atlanta, and I hope that my enthusiasm for this place continues to build as time passes. I hope all of my readers get a chance to come visit me, if they can. I would love to have some guests to show around! Much love, everyone.
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
First Atlanta Update
We're here! We're settled in, with the majority of our boxes unpacked and disposed of. I am sitting comfortably on the couch, watching television, waiting out a nasty cold, and waiting for Daniel to get off of work. He started today, while I just had my orientation with Rocket Farm this morning. I start my new position at dinner service tomorrow.
Orientation today was very enlightening. It started with a 3-hour talk by a man who has lived all over the world, and trained the employees of many types of restaurants and resorts. He gave a lecture about the proper way to give great service, and used several very inspirational stories from his past. It left me feeling very excited and ready to work for this company. At first, I was a little annoyed with having to do this orientation, but after it was all said and done, I felt relieved. I feel like I work for an ACTUAL company, not just some thrown-together organization that only deals with problems as they arise. This company has policies in place to deal with every day kitchen problems like sexual harassment, drugs, alcohol, and even vacation days. I never thought I would fit in well with a "restaurant group", but I'm happier than ever. The Rocket Farm Group cares so much about their employees, and I'm excited that my first job in the real world is with them.
I haven't started work yet, and I'm sure once I get there, I will discover things that I don't love about this place. Until then, though, I am very impressed with their policies and expectations of their employees.
Now, as promised, I will leave you guys with a few pictures of our finished apartment!
There ya go! This is our new life, starting now. I am so ecstatic that Daniel is here with me to share these experiences. So now it's time to start! Here we go! I'll update as life starts progressing!
Orientation today was very enlightening. It started with a 3-hour talk by a man who has lived all over the world, and trained the employees of many types of restaurants and resorts. He gave a lecture about the proper way to give great service, and used several very inspirational stories from his past. It left me feeling very excited and ready to work for this company. At first, I was a little annoyed with having to do this orientation, but after it was all said and done, I felt relieved. I feel like I work for an ACTUAL company, not just some thrown-together organization that only deals with problems as they arise. This company has policies in place to deal with every day kitchen problems like sexual harassment, drugs, alcohol, and even vacation days. I never thought I would fit in well with a "restaurant group", but I'm happier than ever. The Rocket Farm Group cares so much about their employees, and I'm excited that my first job in the real world is with them.
I haven't started work yet, and I'm sure once I get there, I will discover things that I don't love about this place. Until then, though, I am very impressed with their policies and expectations of their employees.
Now, as promised, I will leave you guys with a few pictures of our finished apartment!
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| Bedroom #1 |
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| Closet Space |
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| Upstairs Hallway |
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| Full Bathroom |
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| Staircase |
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| Second Bedroom |
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| Living Room from the Staircase |
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| Front Door |
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| Kitchen |
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| Kitchen! |
Friday, February 14, 2014
Georgia on my mind.
Well, I'm here.
Daniel and I drove to Atlanta in the midst of a terrible ice storm, but we made it. Not only did we make it, we pulled into our apartment complex and promptly unloaded the entire 17' U-Haul by ourselves. Our new two-story apartment went from completely empty to chock-full of Erin and Daniel within a matter of hours. We're still working towards organizing the final few boxes of miscellany, but we're almost done.
It feels strange, but it feels amazing. I'm here, I'm home. I love this city, despite it's HORRENDOUS drivers, and the slower pace that comes along with living in a southern city. Our apartment is great, our new jobs will be great, and the people we have already spoken to since we got here have assured us that we will feel welcomed and happy throughout our entire stay in this place.
I want to thank my parents, mostly, for our success in getting here. Without their financial and emotional support through all of the crappy stuff that kept happening to us, we never would have made it. Literally, they paid for the truck that housed all of our stuff. They never cease to amaze me when it comes to supporting their children, and this is just one testament to how much they want to help us succeed. Mom and Dad, you guys are seriously the best. I could not have asked for better parents.
I will be sure to post pictures of our apartment when everything has a place, but until then, I hope everyone has a Happy Valentine's Day. Much love, everyone.
Daniel and I drove to Atlanta in the midst of a terrible ice storm, but we made it. Not only did we make it, we pulled into our apartment complex and promptly unloaded the entire 17' U-Haul by ourselves. Our new two-story apartment went from completely empty to chock-full of Erin and Daniel within a matter of hours. We're still working towards organizing the final few boxes of miscellany, but we're almost done.
It feels strange, but it feels amazing. I'm here, I'm home. I love this city, despite it's HORRENDOUS drivers, and the slower pace that comes along with living in a southern city. Our apartment is great, our new jobs will be great, and the people we have already spoken to since we got here have assured us that we will feel welcomed and happy throughout our entire stay in this place.
I want to thank my parents, mostly, for our success in getting here. Without their financial and emotional support through all of the crappy stuff that kept happening to us, we never would have made it. Literally, they paid for the truck that housed all of our stuff. They never cease to amaze me when it comes to supporting their children, and this is just one testament to how much they want to help us succeed. Mom and Dad, you guys are seriously the best. I could not have asked for better parents.
I will be sure to post pictures of our apartment when everything has a place, but until then, I hope everyone has a Happy Valentine's Day. Much love, everyone.
Saturday, January 25, 2014
The Final Countdown. (Complete with radical guitar rift.)
Well, I've been waiting for the right moment to start posting again, and it seems like I have picked today. The last time I wrote in this blog was LAST SEPTEMBER, and so many (and yet, so few) things have happened since then.
In retrospect, all I really went through in the past four months was a few different class schedules. I finished modern cakes with a good grade, and moved through breads class like a breeze. The schedule for breads was the worst part, simply because I had to adjust my whole life for three weeks. I respect bread bakers so much after that class, I would have a terrible time existing on the opposite schedule as the rest of the world. I guess there is an upside, however, if they ever flew around the globe, they would be significantly less jet-lagged than the rest of us. After breads was Chef Coppedge's "Advanced Baking Principles" block, then service class with Mr. C, as well as the ominous wines class with Professor Kolpan. I did not dread wines like some of my classmates, and I did quite well. I discovered early on that the people who fail wines are the people who don't study properly. I went to a University before coming to the CIA, so preparing for exams was not an issue for me. (Plus I really, REALLY like wine.) After wines was Apple Pie, which was the most trying experience I have had at the CIA.
Apple Pie is operated and managed by Chef Ballay, who, if you remember, was my chef for Individual Pastry Production. You may also remember, that IPP was not my favorite class. I did moderately well, and walked out with a B, but chefs never remember your moderate days, they remember your worst ones. As it turns out, the only memory Chef Ballay has of me was the day when I dropped his gingerbread house on the floor. Mind you, this was ONE BAD DAY I had out of an entire three-week block. But of course, he doesn't remember me for all of the times I produced nice product, showed up on time, and busted my tail for him, he only remembers the sound of that cookie house smashing to bits on the tile.
To continue, Chef Ballay is in charge of putting students on their stations for the three weeks we spend in Apple Pie. His favorites get put on pastry with him and his MIT, the ones who want breads get put in the bread kitchen, and the screw-ups get put in savory (unless you request it). Savory position entails: frying french fries, prep work, plating salads, and occasionally plating specials. I got shafted to savory. I got placed on the hot line for three solid weeks because of ONE bad day.
I will say, in retrospect, that working savory was by far the best option. Pastry students ended up having to stay for 13-hour days on occasion, but I was always tapped out right at 1:30. Breads students loved what they did, but they had to be at school at 11:45 PM, which would not have worked for my work schedule (or my life). I didn't learn much working on the hot line, as I feel that apes could plate salads or fry french fries, but I definitely had a better time than a lot of the people in my class.
Since Apple Pie, however, I have seen the light at the end of the tunnel. I did very well on the expediting station in the front of house of Apple Pie, and I did even better in Chef Knaster's Plated Desserts class. It was during my time right before Chef Knaster's class that I made progress in the real world...I got a job.
During Christmas break, Daniel and I went down to Florida to visit my parents. While we were there, we made a short trip to Atlanta, where I interviewed for a position at King + Duke as "head plater". I got the job that day. I start on February 18th at the restaurant, and Daniel and I move into our new apartment just a few days before that. I cannot wait.
Being so close to the end has been such a strange experience, I'm wrapping up my time here in the best way possible: I'm working on the pastry station with my all-time favorite chef, Melissa Walnock in American Bounty. She was my fundamentals teacher when I first started school here, and she is now the last chef I will work with at the CIA. I knew that finishing up with her would be amazing, and I was right. Mary and I work the prep shift, so we arrive at class at 6:30 to put away the food order and begin our work. We have family meal at 10:15 (it's always SO GOOD), and then we work until 1:30, or until all of our list is completed. I love our little, happy, pastry family that we have in Bounty. Chef Walnock is a forever inspirational, understanding, and empowering leader. She has worked hard to achieve what she has, and you can see it in the way she carries herself. All of her desserts not only look wonderful, but taste delicious, and I am honored to call her my chef.
Walking around the halls of this place even feels different. I don't feel as egotistical as I thought I would, instead I have been humbled by this experience. I feel so small, but so very big at the same time.
I went to speak to a newly-begun fundamentals class the other day with a few of my classmates, and it was very surreal. I was telling MYSELF the things that I wish someone had told me when I started. I recapped, in one sentence, what I wish had been emphasized to me since day one: Make the chefs tell you everything they know, and take full advantage of every opportunity that presents itself. I have no regrets from being at this school; I met the love of my life, I made the best friend(s) I will ever need or want, and I formed unbreakable bonds with some of the most amazing chefs I will ever encounter. I do, however, wish I had been more involved from the get-go. I wish I had shaken the tree of "Chef Knowledge" from the day I walked into the building for the first time, and that I had been unrelenting in my quest of knowledge from these teachers. Since I returned from externship, I have made it my mission to ask every question that comes to mind, and be exactly the person I want to be in my professional life. I only wish I had started earlier.
Graduation is in two weeks, and I could not be more ready, but not, excited, but nervous, or ecstatic, but devastated. I will never know another group of people like the ones I have worked with at this school, and saying goodbye to them will be harder than they will ever know.
I'll keep you posted. Until then, I hope everyone is doing well, and has not missed me too much ;)
Here's a link to the restaurant I will be working at in Atlanta:
http://www.kinganddukeatl.com/
In retrospect, all I really went through in the past four months was a few different class schedules. I finished modern cakes with a good grade, and moved through breads class like a breeze. The schedule for breads was the worst part, simply because I had to adjust my whole life for three weeks. I respect bread bakers so much after that class, I would have a terrible time existing on the opposite schedule as the rest of the world. I guess there is an upside, however, if they ever flew around the globe, they would be significantly less jet-lagged than the rest of us. After breads was Chef Coppedge's "Advanced Baking Principles" block, then service class with Mr. C, as well as the ominous wines class with Professor Kolpan. I did not dread wines like some of my classmates, and I did quite well. I discovered early on that the people who fail wines are the people who don't study properly. I went to a University before coming to the CIA, so preparing for exams was not an issue for me. (Plus I really, REALLY like wine.) After wines was Apple Pie, which was the most trying experience I have had at the CIA.
Apple Pie is operated and managed by Chef Ballay, who, if you remember, was my chef for Individual Pastry Production. You may also remember, that IPP was not my favorite class. I did moderately well, and walked out with a B, but chefs never remember your moderate days, they remember your worst ones. As it turns out, the only memory Chef Ballay has of me was the day when I dropped his gingerbread house on the floor. Mind you, this was ONE BAD DAY I had out of an entire three-week block. But of course, he doesn't remember me for all of the times I produced nice product, showed up on time, and busted my tail for him, he only remembers the sound of that cookie house smashing to bits on the tile.
To continue, Chef Ballay is in charge of putting students on their stations for the three weeks we spend in Apple Pie. His favorites get put on pastry with him and his MIT, the ones who want breads get put in the bread kitchen, and the screw-ups get put in savory (unless you request it). Savory position entails: frying french fries, prep work, plating salads, and occasionally plating specials. I got shafted to savory. I got placed on the hot line for three solid weeks because of ONE bad day.
I will say, in retrospect, that working savory was by far the best option. Pastry students ended up having to stay for 13-hour days on occasion, but I was always tapped out right at 1:30. Breads students loved what they did, but they had to be at school at 11:45 PM, which would not have worked for my work schedule (or my life). I didn't learn much working on the hot line, as I feel that apes could plate salads or fry french fries, but I definitely had a better time than a lot of the people in my class.
Since Apple Pie, however, I have seen the light at the end of the tunnel. I did very well on the expediting station in the front of house of Apple Pie, and I did even better in Chef Knaster's Plated Desserts class. It was during my time right before Chef Knaster's class that I made progress in the real world...I got a job.
During Christmas break, Daniel and I went down to Florida to visit my parents. While we were there, we made a short trip to Atlanta, where I interviewed for a position at King + Duke as "head plater". I got the job that day. I start on February 18th at the restaurant, and Daniel and I move into our new apartment just a few days before that. I cannot wait.
Being so close to the end has been such a strange experience, I'm wrapping up my time here in the best way possible: I'm working on the pastry station with my all-time favorite chef, Melissa Walnock in American Bounty. She was my fundamentals teacher when I first started school here, and she is now the last chef I will work with at the CIA. I knew that finishing up with her would be amazing, and I was right. Mary and I work the prep shift, so we arrive at class at 6:30 to put away the food order and begin our work. We have family meal at 10:15 (it's always SO GOOD), and then we work until 1:30, or until all of our list is completed. I love our little, happy, pastry family that we have in Bounty. Chef Walnock is a forever inspirational, understanding, and empowering leader. She has worked hard to achieve what she has, and you can see it in the way she carries herself. All of her desserts not only look wonderful, but taste delicious, and I am honored to call her my chef.
Walking around the halls of this place even feels different. I don't feel as egotistical as I thought I would, instead I have been humbled by this experience. I feel so small, but so very big at the same time.
I went to speak to a newly-begun fundamentals class the other day with a few of my classmates, and it was very surreal. I was telling MYSELF the things that I wish someone had told me when I started. I recapped, in one sentence, what I wish had been emphasized to me since day one: Make the chefs tell you everything they know, and take full advantage of every opportunity that presents itself. I have no regrets from being at this school; I met the love of my life, I made the best friend(s) I will ever need or want, and I formed unbreakable bonds with some of the most amazing chefs I will ever encounter. I do, however, wish I had been more involved from the get-go. I wish I had shaken the tree of "Chef Knowledge" from the day I walked into the building for the first time, and that I had been unrelenting in my quest of knowledge from these teachers. Since I returned from externship, I have made it my mission to ask every question that comes to mind, and be exactly the person I want to be in my professional life. I only wish I had started earlier.
Graduation is in two weeks, and I could not be more ready, but not, excited, but nervous, or ecstatic, but devastated. I will never know another group of people like the ones I have worked with at this school, and saying goodbye to them will be harder than they will ever know.
I'll keep you posted. Until then, I hope everyone is doing well, and has not missed me too much ;)
Here's a link to the restaurant I will be working at in Atlanta:
http://www.kinganddukeatl.com/
Monday, September 9, 2013
Second-Stream
I have a lot on my mind as I begin my next class at the CIA.
What sucks about this forum is that I can't openly express myself out of fear of offending my classmates, my school, or the chefs that I work with every day.
Regardless of that, I want you all to know that I have finally found the thing that makes me want to cry every time I have even the slightest trace of alcohol in my system. I was never the person that cries when they drink, but dammit, I am now. Even sitting here by myself, having had my nightcap, I am on the verge of tears because of an issue at school.
All I will admit is that it has to do with a chef that I nearly idolize, and a blatant disregard on his part (or maybe it ISN'T a disregard, which would make this situation even more upsetting) to invite his most loyal student to work on a large-scale project with him and a group of other students. Instead, he invited one of my classmates to work with him. Maybe I'm being immature, maybe I should be happy that this certain classmate got the opportunity to build something amazing with such an inspirational chef. The reality is, however, is that I'm upset. I'm more than upset; I'm devastated. I feel like I have never come in first place for any position on any team, and this realization coming at me from all sides is almost too much to handle.
On top of all of that, I have been invited to work with a chef that I respect less than any other chef on campus. Oh, quit your complaining, you say, you at least got invited to work with a chef, you say; she at least trusts your judgement. I was a second-stream pick. She would not have even invited me if the other person was unavailable this week. I was a second-stream option for a less-than-reputable chef.
How does that make YOU feel? Knowing me, knowing how low my self-confidence is to begin with, how do you think I feel about all of this?
If you can't answer that question, I will answer it for you. I am down in the freaking dumps. I want to cry every time I think about this. When I'm not thinking about how I've been rejected by someone I hold to such a high esteem, I can't ever seem to smile. Nothing I do truly uplifts me, because I know, in the back of my head, that I am never going to be a star player in any team, because I barely ever get off the bench.
I can't wait to get out of this place, to get into the real world where someone like me isn't ignored by chefs. I'll never be submersed in a group of people who are this much better than me ever again. Or maybe I will. Maybe I will always be less-than-the-best. Maybe I made a terrible life decision. Maybe everyone I ever knew is right. Maybe I should have taken a desk job after college.
I am so sick of doubting myself. All I want, in my entire life, is to be accepted by my colleagues as an equal, and to not be viewed as that ginger weirdo who sticks out like a sore thumb in a bakeshop. I'm not sorry for who I am, but I am sorry that only a select few people can accept me.
Anyway, I'll share some pictures from my Contemporary Cakes class with you now, because I think the cakes I made were decent. They were better than decent, they were pretty. I like them. And I hope you like them too.
So there it is, my last class wrapped up in a photo series. I'm on to the next class, which is Specialty Breads with Chef Welker. This class is going to be exhausting, mostly because it starts at 5 AM. I'm excited to take a class from a CMB who truly has a passion for his career, and I'm excited to move forward with my education. I just hope to walk out of this class less disappointed than I was last Friday.
What sucks about this forum is that I can't openly express myself out of fear of offending my classmates, my school, or the chefs that I work with every day.
Regardless of that, I want you all to know that I have finally found the thing that makes me want to cry every time I have even the slightest trace of alcohol in my system. I was never the person that cries when they drink, but dammit, I am now. Even sitting here by myself, having had my nightcap, I am on the verge of tears because of an issue at school.
All I will admit is that it has to do with a chef that I nearly idolize, and a blatant disregard on his part (or maybe it ISN'T a disregard, which would make this situation even more upsetting) to invite his most loyal student to work on a large-scale project with him and a group of other students. Instead, he invited one of my classmates to work with him. Maybe I'm being immature, maybe I should be happy that this certain classmate got the opportunity to build something amazing with such an inspirational chef. The reality is, however, is that I'm upset. I'm more than upset; I'm devastated. I feel like I have never come in first place for any position on any team, and this realization coming at me from all sides is almost too much to handle.
On top of all of that, I have been invited to work with a chef that I respect less than any other chef on campus. Oh, quit your complaining, you say, you at least got invited to work with a chef, you say; she at least trusts your judgement. I was a second-stream pick. She would not have even invited me if the other person was unavailable this week. I was a second-stream option for a less-than-reputable chef.
How does that make YOU feel? Knowing me, knowing how low my self-confidence is to begin with, how do you think I feel about all of this?
If you can't answer that question, I will answer it for you. I am down in the freaking dumps. I want to cry every time I think about this. When I'm not thinking about how I've been rejected by someone I hold to such a high esteem, I can't ever seem to smile. Nothing I do truly uplifts me, because I know, in the back of my head, that I am never going to be a star player in any team, because I barely ever get off the bench.
I can't wait to get out of this place, to get into the real world where someone like me isn't ignored by chefs. I'll never be submersed in a group of people who are this much better than me ever again. Or maybe I will. Maybe I will always be less-than-the-best. Maybe I made a terrible life decision. Maybe everyone I ever knew is right. Maybe I should have taken a desk job after college.
I am so sick of doubting myself. All I want, in my entire life, is to be accepted by my colleagues as an equal, and to not be viewed as that ginger weirdo who sticks out like a sore thumb in a bakeshop. I'm not sorry for who I am, but I am sorry that only a select few people can accept me.
Anyway, I'll share some pictures from my Contemporary Cakes class with you now, because I think the cakes I made were decent. They were better than decent, they were pretty. I like them. And I hope you like them too.
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| Raspberry Entremet |
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| Chocolate Peanut Butter Entremet |
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| Interior of the Chocolate Peanut Butter Entremet |
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| Interior of the Lemon Basil Entremet |
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| Macaron Deco |
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| "Take Five" Entremet |
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| Modern Carrot Cake Entremet |
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| Interior of the "Modern Carrot Cake" Entremet |
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| Pea Crisps, Modeling Chocolate Peas, Quenelle of Whipped Cream Deco on the Peas and Carrots Entremet |
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| Peas and Carrots Entremet |
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| Interior of the Peas and Carrots Enremet |
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| Praline and Chocolate Bombe |
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| Strawberry Coconut Marshmallows |
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Kitchen Bullies
I have something to say.
I have something to say that will most likely upset people.
The people who will most likely be upset are the people I see in class. Every. Single. Day.
You guys are rude and egotistical. You think that whatever you have to say is more important than what anyone else is saying; having a conversation with you people is like trying to scream over a bullhorn. Being interrupted at this school is like breathing, in that it happens at least every 15 seconds. It's just about as easy as breathing as well, it occurs naturally and without resistance. I have ceased trying to prove any point, even when I feel very strongly about it, because, well, you wouldn't care anyway. By the time I gather my thoughts and find the courage to speak up, you've moved on from a conversation about the proper consistency of pastry cream to the tragedy of lemmings leaping to their death off of cliffs.
That's just the beginning.
In class, there are very few people who know how to act like professionals. Rolling your eyes, spouting off unnecessarily sarcastic quips, getting angry about a few dirty dishes left in the sink, raging out not only on your fellow classmates, but people you call your friends...all of these things are unacceptable. At first I believed that the six months of experience required to attend this school was to make sure that you knew what you were getting into, but now I think it is absolutely necessary to teach individuals how to work closely with their peers. If you are at work and you speak to your co-workers or your boss the way that some of my classmates speak to each other, you would be fired. I don't care where you work, you will always have a boss. If you own a place and speak to your investors improperly, they'll stop funding you. If you work in a restaurant as a Chef and speak to your owner in a sarcastic manner, you're going to get fired. If you're working at a pastry station in a hectic kitchen and a line cook catches you talking shit because he left a dirty pan on his grill for longer than you liked, you're going to get yelled at.
The worst part about all of this is that I feel bullied. I feel that the people who speak so terribly to my peers have no business doing so, as we are all on the same level. Some of us may be able to decorate a cake better, some of us might like chocolates, and some of us might want to teach later on, but regardless of our different aspirations, we are all the same. We are all in the same class, paying the same money for the same semi-disappointing education. We have our good days and we have our bad days, but in the end, we're all in this together. Being surrounded by these people has made it harder and harder for me to remember this. I am here to learn, and my learning is being impeded by the terrible attitudes floating around the classroom. It's hard to squeeze every bit of knowledge out of a chef when you're being screamed at by someone. It's extremely difficult to build lasting relationships with people because you are never sure whether or not they're going to like you the next day. I understand you're tired. I'm tired! I'm so tired! But you know what, I truck through it.
This rant does not apply to everyone I have met at this school. And even the people it does apply to, it does not always concern you. I believe, in my heart, that everyone here is genuinely (at the very least) a decent person, and that we all want to learn to be the best chefs, cooks, pastry chefs, confectioners, and bakers that we can. That's what you're paying for, right?
So check yourself at the door. Follow the best advice I have heard from any boss ever and leave your grievances at home. Don't bring them into the kitchen. If you can't check your attitude for your own sake, at least try to think of the people who are trapped in the room with you for a constant 6 hours. We don't have a choice but to listen to you bully us. Please know that what you say affects everyone in your proximity. When one of my classmates treats another one with disrespect, it makes me feel awful inside, but saying something is damn near impossible without feeling the wrath myself.
I don't want anyone to think that what I'm saying is about any one person. It's about all of us. I know there are times when I could be more respectful to people, I will never deny this. But dammit, I'm trying. My goal for life-after-extern was to work on my attitude. I didn't want to belittle anyone; I didn't want to be a bully anymore. I want to find a way to take this school for granted and get so involved with the chefs and educators here that I might actually get my money's worth. I wish that everyone felt the same way that I did, because if you all did, I wouldn't walk out of class every day feeling like a shriveled shell of a person.
I know there are those of you out there who are unhappy because of more than just our most recent chef. I want to apologize on my behalf, and on the behalf of anyone else who has made you feel like you're any worse than anyone else on this campus. Who are we to judge you? We're all just students ourselves! If you ever feel like this, search deep down inside yourself and decide whether or not you have the passion to continue. Do you? Then remember the wise words of Chef Schorner when he said, "I can teach skill, but I cannot teach passion."
To conclude this seemingly never-ending rant, I just want to encourage everyone to at least try to be a professional in our bakeshops from now on. Even when life is hard, put a smile on and dig your hands right into that bread dough, or that sugar, or that buttercream. Remember what you're here for. It's not to strut around the kitchen and make everyone else feel inferior to you, it's to learn. If you aren't here to do that, then please leave; you're getting in my way.
I have something to say that will most likely upset people.
The people who will most likely be upset are the people I see in class. Every. Single. Day.
You guys are rude and egotistical. You think that whatever you have to say is more important than what anyone else is saying; having a conversation with you people is like trying to scream over a bullhorn. Being interrupted at this school is like breathing, in that it happens at least every 15 seconds. It's just about as easy as breathing as well, it occurs naturally and without resistance. I have ceased trying to prove any point, even when I feel very strongly about it, because, well, you wouldn't care anyway. By the time I gather my thoughts and find the courage to speak up, you've moved on from a conversation about the proper consistency of pastry cream to the tragedy of lemmings leaping to their death off of cliffs.
That's just the beginning.
In class, there are very few people who know how to act like professionals. Rolling your eyes, spouting off unnecessarily sarcastic quips, getting angry about a few dirty dishes left in the sink, raging out not only on your fellow classmates, but people you call your friends...all of these things are unacceptable. At first I believed that the six months of experience required to attend this school was to make sure that you knew what you were getting into, but now I think it is absolutely necessary to teach individuals how to work closely with their peers. If you are at work and you speak to your co-workers or your boss the way that some of my classmates speak to each other, you would be fired. I don't care where you work, you will always have a boss. If you own a place and speak to your investors improperly, they'll stop funding you. If you work in a restaurant as a Chef and speak to your owner in a sarcastic manner, you're going to get fired. If you're working at a pastry station in a hectic kitchen and a line cook catches you talking shit because he left a dirty pan on his grill for longer than you liked, you're going to get yelled at.
The worst part about all of this is that I feel bullied. I feel that the people who speak so terribly to my peers have no business doing so, as we are all on the same level. Some of us may be able to decorate a cake better, some of us might like chocolates, and some of us might want to teach later on, but regardless of our different aspirations, we are all the same. We are all in the same class, paying the same money for the same semi-disappointing education. We have our good days and we have our bad days, but in the end, we're all in this together. Being surrounded by these people has made it harder and harder for me to remember this. I am here to learn, and my learning is being impeded by the terrible attitudes floating around the classroom. It's hard to squeeze every bit of knowledge out of a chef when you're being screamed at by someone. It's extremely difficult to build lasting relationships with people because you are never sure whether or not they're going to like you the next day. I understand you're tired. I'm tired! I'm so tired! But you know what, I truck through it.
This rant does not apply to everyone I have met at this school. And even the people it does apply to, it does not always concern you. I believe, in my heart, that everyone here is genuinely (at the very least) a decent person, and that we all want to learn to be the best chefs, cooks, pastry chefs, confectioners, and bakers that we can. That's what you're paying for, right?
So check yourself at the door. Follow the best advice I have heard from any boss ever and leave your grievances at home. Don't bring them into the kitchen. If you can't check your attitude for your own sake, at least try to think of the people who are trapped in the room with you for a constant 6 hours. We don't have a choice but to listen to you bully us. Please know that what you say affects everyone in your proximity. When one of my classmates treats another one with disrespect, it makes me feel awful inside, but saying something is damn near impossible without feeling the wrath myself.
I don't want anyone to think that what I'm saying is about any one person. It's about all of us. I know there are times when I could be more respectful to people, I will never deny this. But dammit, I'm trying. My goal for life-after-extern was to work on my attitude. I didn't want to belittle anyone; I didn't want to be a bully anymore. I want to find a way to take this school for granted and get so involved with the chefs and educators here that I might actually get my money's worth. I wish that everyone felt the same way that I did, because if you all did, I wouldn't walk out of class every day feeling like a shriveled shell of a person.
I know there are those of you out there who are unhappy because of more than just our most recent chef. I want to apologize on my behalf, and on the behalf of anyone else who has made you feel like you're any worse than anyone else on this campus. Who are we to judge you? We're all just students ourselves! If you ever feel like this, search deep down inside yourself and decide whether or not you have the passion to continue. Do you? Then remember the wise words of Chef Schorner when he said, "I can teach skill, but I cannot teach passion."
To conclude this seemingly never-ending rant, I just want to encourage everyone to at least try to be a professional in our bakeshops from now on. Even when life is hard, put a smile on and dig your hands right into that bread dough, or that sugar, or that buttercream. Remember what you're here for. It's not to strut around the kitchen and make everyone else feel inferior to you, it's to learn. If you aren't here to do that, then please leave; you're getting in my way.
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Catch-Up
I wanted to start with, "As you all might know, it is past my bedtime..."
But that's no longer true, none of you know what's going on with my life because I am simply too busy to maintain this blog. I'm going to try to do better with it, however, because I want to be able to look back at it to reminisce as much as you guys want to know that I haven't perished in the ovens of my bakeshops.
But that's no longer true, none of you know what's going on with my life because I am simply too busy to maintain this blog. I'm going to try to do better with it, however, because I want to be able to look back at it to reminisce as much as you guys want to know that I haven't perished in the ovens of my bakeshops.
Since I got back from externship, I have:
- moved into an apartment with my boyfriend
- moved into an apartment with my boyfriend
- completed my first Cakes class with Chef Cavotti
- completed Chocolates and Confections with Chef Peter Greweling
- begun Contemporary Cakes with Chef Rossomando
To begin, I will discuss our apartment situation. When we first moved here, our apartment predicament was tragic, at best. Now we live in a decent place with a great landlord. We might live in a really terrible part of town, but all of our appliances are new, our hardwood floors had never been lived on, and we don't pay an exorbitant amount of rent. All in all, we are happy with our place.
Cakes class was a blur. I took it as soon as I got back, and I loved it. Chef Cavotti is the most laid back chef in the entire school, so taking her class allowed for a lot of creative license. My partner Kara and I made a really amazing cake, and since then I have been recruited to make at least two wedding cakes. I couldn't be more excited to work on these projects.
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| Mine and Kara's Orchid Cake |
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| My individual (obviously) cake project. Totoro! |
Chocolates and Confections was the best class I have ever taken, throughout all of my college experiences. Chef Peter Greweling is a Certified Master Baker, and his title is well-deserved. He is not only intelligent, but that man matches and exceeds my level of cynicism in the most delightful way. I felt like I met a chef that I could communicate with, even after I was done with his class. In fact, I went back today to finish a project I had left to crystallize over the weekend, and he was nothing but welcoming and excited that I had actually come back to finish what I had started. I think, after taking his class, that I may want to pursue a career working with chocolate and creating confections. After this class, I see a light at the end of the tunnel. I have always loved chemistry, and with chocolates, I have finally found a way to work with science and food in the same field. I discussed a few places to apply to with Chef Greweling, and he said he would love to discuss other places with me if I found some to share with him. I was so fortunate to have him as a chef. Here are a few pictures of the things I made in his class!
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| Passion Vanillas |
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| Coffee flavored Poodle Truffles |
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| Pumpkin Caramel Truffles |
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| Lemon Logs |
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| Toasted Hazelnut Mazipan |
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| Peanut Butter Meltaways |
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| Cashew and Cardamom Turkish Delights |
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| Sleeping Beauties AKA Milkyways |
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| Mint Julep Shell Truffles |
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| Looking rough at the Graduation Buffet |
To conclude, I just want to apologize. I know that some of you (mostly my family) follow this blog quite closely, and that I have not been living up to my expectations. I will try to keep you more updated with the events in my life, and especially with the things that I am creating during my remaining time at the CIA. I am currently in Contemporary Cakes, and I will be able to post pictures of my products soon.
As always, thanks for reading!
Sunday, June 9, 2013
This is my life.
I'm sitting in the Barnes and Noble in Poughkeepsie drinking a decaf coffee, stealing internet. Well, it's not really stealing if they offer it for free.
The reason I am here instead of camped out on my super-comfy couch is accompanied by a rather long story; here it is.
Daniel and I left Atlanta on June 2nd. We were supposed to leave the 3rd but jumped the gun when we realized it would take us less time to pack than anticipated. We packed everything into our 14' Uhaul, attached my car to the tow, and headed out of the city around 8:30 that night. Of course, because we decided to leave early, there was a torrential downpour that made our journey especially interesting.
Either way, we made it to Knoxville a little after midnight, where we promptly fell asleep.
The next day we had to pack up the rest of my belongings from the condo that I lived in for five years. Fortunately, my brother Jeremy lives there now, so he had already put most of my stuff in boxes and transferred it to multiple storage units. It took three (and at the very end, four) people several hours to move all of the movies, books, furniture, electronics, posters, and other various sundries into the Uhaul. I don't think anyone will ever understand the amount of STUFF that I accumulated during the time I lived in the condo, besides, of course, the people who helped me move. It was insane, and is still a little overwhelming to think about.
Anyway, I met friends for dinner at Naples the night of the 3rd and it was wonderful. 15 people ended up showing up to wish Daniel and I the best of luck. It was a great time. After dinner, we went to bed early.
The next morning, we awoke early to begin our journey back north. I said goodbye to Jeremy and his roommate Sean, and we hit the road towards Virginia. When we made it to Harrisonburg, we stopped for the night.
Again, the next day we got up early to make our way to New York. It took us around 14 hours for the total trip, and driving that long in the Uhaul with my car in tow nearly made me homicidal. The idea that everything I owned was strapped to the back of what sounded like an engine that would barely make it to our destination was, well, terrifying. Alas, we made it.
This is where it gets fun.
When we arrived in Poughkeepsie, we called our landlord, John. He said he would send the Super down right away to give us our keys. I want to explain something to all of you: Poughkeepsie is AWFUL. It is a ghetto in every sense of the word. Most of the businesses have failed, there is rampant crime and the police seem to be more focused on issuing speeding tickets than protecting citizens. Basically, I hate this city. I thought, however, that the apartment that I found for us was at least decent. We quickly discovered that this was not the case. When Justin, the Super, arrived, we were shocked by what we saw in the apartment. There was no refrigerator. There were no light fixtures. There were still ladders and paint cans in the back room from where they started to renovate but never actually finished. Justin was surprised to hear that we were supposed to move in that day, as John had not warned him in advance.
Needless to say, we left. Angrily. And then we realized we were homeless in one of the worst cities I have ever been in. To make matter worse, one of my good friends had ridden the train all the way up from New York City to help us move into the apartment that we no longer had. My first reaction? Call my Dad. Fortunately, my Dad has this awesome ability to keep his head in situations like this. The first thing he said was, "Well, obviously you need to start looking for a new place to live." He then instructed me to send John an email with specific phrases to include in case he tried to take us to court over canceling the lease on such short notice.
Next step? Call Daniel's former landlord. Kobe said he was an hour away and would call us as soon as he arrived back in the city. While we waited, we took my friend to Kavos and ate delicious gyros.
When Kobe arrived, he showed us three apartments. We finally settled on a nice, airy place on the second floor. We're currently paying $100 more per month than we originally had planned, but I will sacrifice that money any day to live in a place where the landlord cares enough to keep it nice. I love our place.
Fortunately, my friend from school, Kara, told us we could stay the night at her house in Poughkeepsie until we could call to get electricity and internet set up. That night was awesome, and her family's hospitality meant the world to us.
The next morning was a different story. We called the electric company, only to find out that it couldn't be turned on until the 10th. I called Time Warner Cable; same story.
It was at that moment we decided to spend a few days with Daniel's family in Binghamton, which is Daniel's home town. There I made macarons for his sister, raspberry cheesecake brownie bars for his mother, and received a bunch of Christmas presents that we missed out on last year. We left this morning.
When we arrived in Poughkeepsie, we called a friend and he helped us finish up the last of the moving. We now have more stuff in our tiny apartment than will ever fit comfortably, but we're happy. We wish we had electricity so we could at least turn a fan/light/television on, but we'll make it until the morning.
This adventure, as well as all of the other ones we have shared, reinforces my belief that Daniel and I can make it through anything. We have dealt with homelessness, lack of resources, and extensive travel in the past week and we have only been grumpy with each other a few times. That's got to be some sort of miracle, especially because I am a naturally grumpy person.
Anyway, in one week, school starts. I can't believe how chaotic my life is, and how I've just been able to accept it and embrace every challenge that has been thrown my way. I feel like Superwoman, and I can't wait to continue in school with all of the great friends I have made here.
C'est ma vie!
The reason I am here instead of camped out on my super-comfy couch is accompanied by a rather long story; here it is.
Daniel and I left Atlanta on June 2nd. We were supposed to leave the 3rd but jumped the gun when we realized it would take us less time to pack than anticipated. We packed everything into our 14' Uhaul, attached my car to the tow, and headed out of the city around 8:30 that night. Of course, because we decided to leave early, there was a torrential downpour that made our journey especially interesting.
Either way, we made it to Knoxville a little after midnight, where we promptly fell asleep.
The next day we had to pack up the rest of my belongings from the condo that I lived in for five years. Fortunately, my brother Jeremy lives there now, so he had already put most of my stuff in boxes and transferred it to multiple storage units. It took three (and at the very end, four) people several hours to move all of the movies, books, furniture, electronics, posters, and other various sundries into the Uhaul. I don't think anyone will ever understand the amount of STUFF that I accumulated during the time I lived in the condo, besides, of course, the people who helped me move. It was insane, and is still a little overwhelming to think about.
Anyway, I met friends for dinner at Naples the night of the 3rd and it was wonderful. 15 people ended up showing up to wish Daniel and I the best of luck. It was a great time. After dinner, we went to bed early.
The next morning, we awoke early to begin our journey back north. I said goodbye to Jeremy and his roommate Sean, and we hit the road towards Virginia. When we made it to Harrisonburg, we stopped for the night.
Again, the next day we got up early to make our way to New York. It took us around 14 hours for the total trip, and driving that long in the Uhaul with my car in tow nearly made me homicidal. The idea that everything I owned was strapped to the back of what sounded like an engine that would barely make it to our destination was, well, terrifying. Alas, we made it.
This is where it gets fun.
When we arrived in Poughkeepsie, we called our landlord, John. He said he would send the Super down right away to give us our keys. I want to explain something to all of you: Poughkeepsie is AWFUL. It is a ghetto in every sense of the word. Most of the businesses have failed, there is rampant crime and the police seem to be more focused on issuing speeding tickets than protecting citizens. Basically, I hate this city. I thought, however, that the apartment that I found for us was at least decent. We quickly discovered that this was not the case. When Justin, the Super, arrived, we were shocked by what we saw in the apartment. There was no refrigerator. There were no light fixtures. There were still ladders and paint cans in the back room from where they started to renovate but never actually finished. Justin was surprised to hear that we were supposed to move in that day, as John had not warned him in advance.
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| Where the fridge was supposed to be. |
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| Hole in the back yard where the deck was supposed to make an appearance. |
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| The bedroom! |
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| Perfect landscaping. |
Next step? Call Daniel's former landlord. Kobe said he was an hour away and would call us as soon as he arrived back in the city. While we waited, we took my friend to Kavos and ate delicious gyros.
When Kobe arrived, he showed us three apartments. We finally settled on a nice, airy place on the second floor. We're currently paying $100 more per month than we originally had planned, but I will sacrifice that money any day to live in a place where the landlord cares enough to keep it nice. I love our place.
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| Kitchen with all new appliances! |
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| View of the living room. |
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| Our super-awesome couch (thanks Nathan!) |
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| Bedroom with all of my old furniture. |
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| Daniel's workspace. |
Fortunately, my friend from school, Kara, told us we could stay the night at her house in Poughkeepsie until we could call to get electricity and internet set up. That night was awesome, and her family's hospitality meant the world to us.
The next morning was a different story. We called the electric company, only to find out that it couldn't be turned on until the 10th. I called Time Warner Cable; same story.
It was at that moment we decided to spend a few days with Daniel's family in Binghamton, which is Daniel's home town. There I made macarons for his sister, raspberry cheesecake brownie bars for his mother, and received a bunch of Christmas presents that we missed out on last year. We left this morning.
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| Found a beautiful ridge on a backroad to Binghamton. |
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| What a perfect state. |
This adventure, as well as all of the other ones we have shared, reinforces my belief that Daniel and I can make it through anything. We have dealt with homelessness, lack of resources, and extensive travel in the past week and we have only been grumpy with each other a few times. That's got to be some sort of miracle, especially because I am a naturally grumpy person.
Anyway, in one week, school starts. I can't believe how chaotic my life is, and how I've just been able to accept it and embrace every challenge that has been thrown my way. I feel like Superwoman, and I can't wait to continue in school with all of the great friends I have made here.
C'est ma vie!
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