The King Of Anything.

I don't have much to say today except I really like Cuisines of the Americas.
I just get happy thinking about all of the ingredients and methods and the history of these different foods.
I feel like I've been at my happiest in this class.
It's just so interesting and different from what we've learned already. (basic Classical French)
I'm nervous and yet excited at going into Cuisines of Asia.
But I know I will do fine.
I just hope that this positive, happy attitude will stick around, I missed it..

I Wanna Be Praised From A New Perspective.

I've actually had a really good weekend.
Kinda slow in some parts, but that's alright with me.
I have a lot of homework to do, but nothing I don't think I could do.

Probably the only crappy part I've had, I'm experiencing right now.
You know what's worse then two people making out in the same room as you?
Two people making out in the bunk above you, making gross noises, moving around, and I don't know what else.
Trust me when I say it's truly worse.

I know the logical thing would be to leave and go to the lounge or something, but I'm not going to.
I was here first, I shouldn't have to leave, this is my room too!
They left and then decided to come back.
So it's not like they don't know I'm here or anything.
Why they couldn't go back to his room, I have no idea.
I attribute it to they don't actually give a damn.
Which is so rude and uncaring, it's making me see red.
I seriously hate people like this.
Makes me want to vom and punch something.

But other then that, I'm actually in a pretty good mood.
I'm feeling positive and hopeful.
From and for what, I'm not totally sure.
But I'm just going with it.

Attitude For Life

The most entertaining thing to watch in my Interpersonal Communications class is everyone's nervous habits when it's their turn to public speak.
No two habits are exactly alike.
Everyone is a special snowflake and it is so funny.
A restless hand, twitching after every word spoken.
Gripping the podium like they might fall over.
A vigorous sway from side to side.
Hands stuffed deeply into pockets.
Legs constantly crossing and uncrossing.
Switching from one relaxed hip to the other.
The never failing "Um" and "Like" that unnecessarily fill momentary gaps of silence.
Ah the joys of human nerves.

Mr. Fischetti, my IPC teacher told us something today.
It was called the "Attitude For Life", and it made me think.
I think I will keep it for awhile.
I like it.

Attitude For Life:
1. I don't know everything.
2. I never will.
3. Everyone has something to contribute.

Hurricane Headache, Please Avoid My State Of Mind.

As much as I love school and what I'm learning, I just want to go home.
I have a headache.
I want a hug.
I want something more familiar then here...


I, I, I.
Me, Me, Me...
"I hate this, I hate that."
"Why does everything happen to me."
Boohoo.
It seems that is all I say anymore.
Grow up Al, jeez.
You knew this was going to be hard.
Suck it up.
Stop crying.
You are going to be just fine.
2 1/2 months.
It could be so much worse then this.

Ki Ngombo

I made Alligator & Andouille Gumbo in class today for Southern Cooking day.
Did you know that the word "Gumbo" is derived from the word "Ki Ngombo" which means Okra?
It is from the language of the West African Bantu tribe.

It came out great, though I did start a tad bit behind schedule and ended up not being able to put up a demo cup for it.
I imagine Chef took off some serious points for that.
But he said my gumbo was very pretty and tasted good, so I guess that counts for something right?

It was all Southern food.
Ranging from Creole and Cajun to Dixie Southern.
And the only thing I could think about when I was in class and at dinner today was my Dad.
I wanted him to be hovering over my shoulder so I could share my recipes with him.
Because out of everyone I practically know, (except for probably Mom & Aunt Cydney) Dad would appreciate it the most.
But it will still be a while until I will be able to show him.
I miss them.
And I miss my dog.

Blame It On The Coleslaw..

When I was younger, I hated coleslaw.
It tasted, looked, and smelled funny.
I attribute it to my childhood taste buds.
I couldn't understand why my dad would always eat it.
Raw cabbage?
No thank you.
Thankfully my taste buds changed, just like mom always said they would when I was younger.
I love coleslaw now.


Today was my first day in Cuisines of The Americas.
Every two days the region we will be studying and cooking about will change.
Today (and tomorrow!) was New England Cuisine
I was on Salt-Cod Cakes with Kathryn Woodliff, who I actually haven't worked with or spoken to a lot before today, and they were amazingly good.
The Cod Cakes that Kathryn pan-fried was accompanied by a Remoulade Sauce and a side of Coleslaw, both of which I made.
Chef complimented me infront of the entire class and said it was the best tasting coleslaw he had ever had at CIA.
Oh my goodness..
Cue blush and humbled smile.

This is exactly what I needed to happen today because Saige, one of my partners, twisted her knee while skiing this weekend and now has to "X" out of class because she will have to heal properly.
I was very upset to hear that she was in pain and that I was without my partner and friend that I had been with since Skills 1.

But unfortunately hungry customers where coming and I either was going to drown under the pressure or swim.
Thankfully I swam.
And made a very good slaw while doing it.
Hopefully I'll be able to repeat it tomorrow.

Our Silly Conversations Make Me Miss You More.

I have a problem with blowing things a little out of proportion.
I don't mean to and I'm trying to fix this.

I know that I'm just a small factor when it does happen,
But I can't help but feel like a mega part of the problem.
And I feel really terrible.
Like very... guilty.
I should be the solution, not the problem.
I want to apologize, but I feel like it will get worse if I bring it up or something.

So I'm quiet instead.
And the silence kills me.
Because I want to make it better.
I want to fix what I did and whatever else there is to fix.


I just want my mom.
I want to go home for a little while.
Drink Manchester tap water and just sit on my couch and watch a movie with my dog.