So... this is me writing a blog because my dear friend Yentruoc (also known as Courtney) Cook told me to because she wants to hear about my life. No one else does I'm sure, but at least she informed me that she's interested in my desultory emprise (or random adventure... I like to use the thesaurus so shoot me). I did indeed check the exact definition of both of those words in case you were wondering. Straight from the dictionary itself:
Definition of DESULTORY
1
: marked by lack of definite plan, regularity, or purpose
2
: not connected with the main subject
3
: disappointing in progress, performance, or quality
I thought this was fitting as a description of my life. Personally. haha. In kind of a satirical way.
Definition of EMPRISE
: an adventurous, daring, or chivalric enterprise
Also, in my opinion, quite fitting. I am currently having an adventurous, daring, or chivalric enterprise, thank you very much. ha. :)
So anyway, I guess the point of this is to babble on about my life. Well, folks, I am in culinary school. It's pretty legit. I like cooking. Obviously. Today I learned how to fabricate a chicken (that means to cut it up into various sections such as the breast, leg, wing, thigh, etc.). New favorite hobby? I think so. Sorry vegetarians, but it was pretty darn snazzy. I got to use my neat-o bandito boning knife and everything. I also made glazed carrots... which, if you must know, are pretty tasty. Yep. THEN I made (I in most of these cases meaning my group and I) the most heavenly potatoes on the face of the planet. Yummy. But alas I cannot give you the secret recipe that consists of sauteing potatoes (ours were pre-baked but I don't think that's a requirement for this dish) in whole butter and garlic... and probably more stuff. But I forget. Until they are nice and golden brown and HEAVEN ON A PLATE! Unless of course you choose to serve them in a bowl or something like that. In that case they would be considered HEAVEN IN A BOWL!
My life goes pretty much like this (since I know you are all so incredibly curious about the life of a culinary student):
Between 5:30 and 6 am my alarm buzzes in an annoying fashion causing me to groggily roll out of bed and turn it off before rudely awakening my roommate. From there I stumble around in the dark getting ready, donning my super cool ugly checkered pants and my totally awesome chef coat. If I do not have lab I wear a bright shirt underneath it so I can be an individual even though this is technically breaking the rules. But if it is lab day I have to wear a plain old boring white shirt. Ooh. Then I put on my ugly, kitchen approved, slip-resistant shoes and head out the door! Usually I forget my ID badge. This is a bad thing, because it means I cannot get into the building or through any of the doors. :( I need a better reminder system. Once I finally find a way into the building, I get to cook! For FIVE hours! Hooray! This is my favorite thing to do, I must admit. :)
Then... I come home. And try to avoid my roommates. (But I'm moving mid-sept. so I am excruciatingly pumped about that! YES!) Avoiding them doesn't usually work, so instead we do this awkward tango where we try to be at opposite ends of the apartment. It's so great. And Awkward. ha! (Courtney am I really just supposed to sit here and talk about my life? It's so... boring... for me... and anyone who reads this... how about I make up something exciting?)
After that... I go swimming... with SHARKS! In the deep blue Ocean! ...Yes, I travel from Utah to the ocean every day after class to go swimming with Sharks! I get there via pirate ship... and a private jet (but that's much less exciting). Sometimes the sharks try to eat me... but I just throw high quality dishes that I have prepared and plated into their waiting mouths. I only escape because of my expert culinary skills! Yeah! After that I spend my time sipping pina coladas with the penguins in Antarctica (but I don't touch the penguins or kill them... because it is a REALLY big fine to touch a penguin in the wild. How do I know this? The guy that sits behind me in Concepts and Theories wanted to know if you could eat a penguin so he googled it and that's what we found out). Occasionally as I sip my pina colada, I look up the ingredient lists for random foods such as spam! (salt, pork shoulder, and ham. That's really it. Nothing creepy. Less creepy than what's in a hot dog in fact!).
Okay... I'm really tired of talking about myself now. I'm just not that kind of person. Courtney, I tried. I will keep trying... but for now... this is all I can do. I just don't have my blogger's sea legs yet apparently. Such is life.
Well, I better be scootin'...
-Amy Jo-
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