… is an underrated virtue.
It’s also a mutual strength and weakness of mine. I’m impulsive with my impulsiveness.
Sometimes I’ll be along a straight, narrow, and (yes) boring streak for days at a time. Weeks at a time even. And then, BAM! I feel like flying somewhere, eating in gluttony, or running for hours on end. Why? I’m not really sure. But one thing I do know is that nothing stays dull for long.
Today was one of those days where I wanted to punch my partner in class, drop-kick everyone else, and run the hell out of the kitchen, down all four flights of stairs, and AWAY from the chef. Or away from anyone called “chef” for that matter.
Toss my entire cake in the compost bin and say, “Screw this shit.”
Unfortunately, I couldn’t. And I didn’t. And then, I had to go to work. Well, not work, but a “trail” for a potential job. To “trail” literally means that an inspiring chef must work in the kitchen for the potential new job in order to see if they go-with-the-flow of the kitchen.
I did great! I’m never incompetent at a job, I always do well. I go above and beyond. And the thing is, I left again disappointed. So …
I did what I do best, said “fuck it,” and indulged in life. Because life’s too short. So after gluttony got the best of me at City Hall, a downtown financial district classic bar, where three-martini lunches and 42 oz rib eyes are standard, I had a little “after (not) work fun.”
And since I smile so nice, I was given free appetizers, a crudites plate and a carrot ginger soup with home-made pretzel!
I literally have been an intern as long as the unpaid characters of Grey’s Anatomy, and I’m not smart OR sleeping with McDreamy, SO I indulged in food and spirits…
And now that I have a blog, and a student ID to The French Culinary Institute I must relive today’s culinary adventures: A two tiered cake filled with raspberry mousse and covered with colored tempered chocolate. Mine was one of the best.
Whatever, today I’m going to be a cocky bitch. And yes, I might be the only one who thinks my work’s worth while. But hell, if they don’t, it’ll just give me another excuse to indulge in fabulousness.
Paris anyone?
