Not having internet since I’ve moved into my new apartment has been the hardest adjustment. I’m having NO problem with the wonderful bars and restaurants, Channel store down the street, or being walking distance from school BUT internet, that’s a whole other story.
I’ve also prided myself on NOT being attached to the idea of “staying connected,” i.e. internet, phone, cell phone, i-whatever, etc. But I seemed to contradict myself this fall when I not only started caring, but actually writing a blog. Go figure.
That being said, continuing to post has been slightly difficult. Nothing in New York is free, nothing. Believe me when I say that I’ve been to almost every “free wi-fi” spot south of 14th Street. All I have to say is “nada.” Usually it involved buying something at the spot in order to use “free wi-fi” … so alas, I’m behind.
Apologies, UPS should arrive on Tuesday, but then again, they were supposed to arrive last Thursday … so we shall see.
One story in particular is too funny not to share. It’s dirty and not only reveals that my mind is in the gutter, but indicates that not everyone in my pastry class is on their toes … or sexual aware of anything.
A little background information. My teacher is a former marine, who looks like a “Who” from the recent remake of “How the Grinch Stole Christmas” with Jim Carey. Do you know what I’m talking about? He’s slightly cartoon-ish looking and has a nose that slightly clefs his under-nose-area … in a totally charming way. But still, he looks like a Who! And he plays it great, he’s goofy at moments …. when he’s not being a drill sergeant … but basically he wavers between these two personalities. Odd, I know.
While piping eclairs last week in preparation for our Pate a Choux test, he subtly states in his Who voice, “In the real world, size does matter, but for our eclairs, four inches is suffice.”
Gasp, shock, blush … no one gets it. I mean you might not either, but if you had seen these eclairs and how you pipe them, and what you fill them with (cream-based) … I MEAN COME ON! Silence. Crickets. Did I mention I’m bright red … and the chef knows that I’m the only one who gets it. Yeah, pretty much sums up yet another reason why I’m happy to be done with Pate a Choux, eclairs, and anything that involves piping cream …
My mother will be telling me to take this down, my grandparents will think I’ve gone crazy, and for the other 50 people reading this blog (about half of which are my friends who do just to be able to rip on me later), I apologize for my potty-mind, but honestly, if you had seen these eclairs, you’d be giggling too. Right along with Chef-Who.
