I am the definition of hypocrite. Webster should put my picture beside the word in the dictionary. I spend my mornings with some of the greatest chefs and most of my afternoons I’m reading books or articles or recipes by famous chefs like David Lebovitz and James Peterson. And I just had this job interview (for front of the house, don’t get too excited) at this super cool, home-style, Euro-Asian restaurant. I spend all day learning about flavor profiling and then I come home and all I want is a chili dog. Whatever. I ate my chili dog. And it was good.
I feel like it's been forever since I've blogged about anything, and probably because it's been very close to forever. I come home after school and my goal is usually not to take a nap and most days I don't even conquer that. But I'm trying to sit down and get some thoughts down. And mostly my thoughts right now are that I've been in pastry school long enough to know I don't know anything. I usually just spend my morning trying not to mess up so noticeably that my chef comes over to my table and looks at me like I’m an idiot and asks me what I’m doing. I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m stupid. Just help my poor ignorant soul. But for real. I remember thinking I didn't know anything when I used I make the desserts for Julep. (Did. Not. Know. Anything.) And now I fully comprehend just how much I didn’t know. I feel like my chefs have forgotten more about pastry than I'll ever know. Not that my chefs have forgotten anything because that wouldn’t happen. You know what I mean.
But, at the end of day I still love this. And I still want so much more and I still don't completely hate the world when my alarm goes off at 4:30. I have been known to snooze until 5:00, which leads to skipping breakfast and/or a shower, but life happens and you just move on.
Also, just so you folks at home know what's going on with my life. Here's a little photo catch up. It's very interesting.
Basically my life can divided up into three sections.
1. Public transportation and snow. They go together. Because they go together. I don't get one without the other.
2. The pastry section. Clearly.
This cake was dedicated to "My Juan and Only".
3. And then there's Katie and Coco. Coco is Katie's dog. and we're all friends. Katie is very good at scrabble. I don't like to play scrabble with her. She likes to play scrabble with me, for obvious reasons.
And that's the end of this really strange post :)