Friday, October 23, 2009

Just a small post update...

Well, I think I might be losing my buddy. I don't know. I am sooooo confused right now and I think he is also. The week after the Italian Buffet he got sick and I started feeling miserable that Sat. I couldn't eat, sleep, or even focus during class that entire week. I think I only got about 1 hour of sleep that entire week. I was also getting GLARED at by the culinary assitant chef, Todd. He just so happens to work with my buddy at the Blue Lakes Country Club and now whenever I walk the kitchen or even into the same room with him he glares at me. One of these days I should just say whatever you think I did, I didn't do it,lol. Yesterday while I was working our wonderful cafe and playing hostess, I noticed him walk through the cafe a whole lot and was even on the front line more than usual. Then I also noticed when I sat to eat lunch he sat directly across the room facing me so he can glare at me some more. Luckily for me I was hidden by mine and Wes' friend Carolina's head. My friend Eileen looked over at Todd and she even noticed that he kept looking our direction.

This is a picture of Todd. He is the one not smiling with the black hat on looking very serious.
My friend Laura said he used to do the same to her and not to worry about it. She doesn't quite understand my paranoia at this point. She doesn't understand that my buddy works with this guy and has probably said something to him about me. I really hope not. I, however, have had a very small opportunity to talk with my buddy for a short time this past week. During our Sanitation class on Wednesday, we were going over the questions in chapter 8 and I wasn't paying attention too much and silently talking to Eileen about some other things that have been going on. When our instructor decided that one student named Mark was going to read a question and I was going to answer it. I said, "What?" and my buddy, who was sitting about 10 feet from me laughed a little and when Mark got done reading the question, my buddy said the answer eventhough I was supposed to. I didn't want it to look like he gave me the answer (which he did) so I quickly looked through the options and said the same answer he gave me. I will now always remember that stuffed pork chops are supposed to be cooked to a temperature of 165 degrees. All thanks to my buddy. After class I had my friend Eileen give him a little note thanking him for helping out with dishes during the Italian Buffet and 2 of my Honeysticks I had recently picked up while in Boise on Tuesday at the Boise Coop store. What a very interesting store. Need to go back soon. Anybody up for a roadtrip? After that he kind of talked with us for a little bit and then said thanks guys and left. I kind of followed him out the door hoping he would turn and talk to me a little more, but didn't. I told him not to crash his board and he just nodded his head and left:( I hope to get to talk to him again next week. We usually talk more during our nutrition classes than in our Sanitation class. I miss our little talks after classes.

Saturday, October 17, 2009

This is what I have been doing the past few months...

So this past summer, I decided to follow my brother Wes into the "Culinary World" and signed up for Culinary Arts just before he went to France.As luck would have it, the Culinary Arts program exploded this year and they decided to open up a Baking/Pastry program. One day I got a phone call from my instructor Mike Johnson asking me if I would like to switch over to the new program instead of being in the Culinary arts. I said sure, knowing fully well who the instructor was already and knowing a little about her background from Wes. She of course didn't go to a school to become a Pastry chef, she went to Eruope for about 10 years and became an apprentice. Our wonderful Baking/Pastry class work so hard to make European style desserts. Yum!
Then when Wes got back from France, I sat at the computer looking at all of his amazing photos and listened to his exciting stories. He made me really jealous because I always wanted to visit France and still do.

While in France, Wes became friends with the girl pictured below. Her name is Marissa and recently got engaged just before taking the trip to France. She is currently taking an internship with Disney World in Florida with her fiance. Last I heard she was really enjoying it.

This picture here was taken atop of the Eiffel Tower. So Jealous!!!

This was taken the Monday after Wes got back from France. The entire night he complained how cold it still was and whined about wanting to go back to France. Still whines about that.

I was so excited about getting to go ATVing again this year. Then decided I would just hang around the house because driving one of these things can actually be tiring just driving up from the bottom.
Then Mindy decided she needed to be a little more adventureous this year and decided she would try out driving an ATV herself along with trying not to drown while being adventurous and go on the water tube behind the Hobson's boat. Go Mindy! Then all of a sudden she had a brilliant idea and decided that I needed to try this long lost adventure of mine. Due to the fact that I almost drowned twice by leaders who are known to be well trusted... still repressing those horrible memories. I finally decided that I needed to start getting back into the extreme sports and maybe just maybe I could hear some invisible voice to tell me to becareful!

While trying to stay on dry land and becareful, I also decided to try my artistic had at music. I learned just enough to really enjoy learning how to play the right hand part of Bella's Lullaby. Now, I just need to keep practicing and mybe even learn to play it by myself. I just love taking on things that give me a challenge. I have never played the piano before in my life before the lovely Sister Barker took on the challenge of teaching me how to read the music let alone showing me where the keys were. Thank You Sister Barker. Oh, and another thanks to Sister Hobson for letting me practice at her house. Practicing on a little keyboard just doesn't cut it.

Then school started and so did having to get up at 5:45 in the a.m. just to catch the bus to Twin four days a week. Now days, I usually don't have to set my alarm anymore. I don't even get to sleep in because my body thinks I need to go to Twin every day at 6:30 in the a.m. Hmmm, I wonder why it thinks that, Oh, I know The following pictures are some of our wonderful desserts we have made in class for our Dessert Cafe that is open on Wed and Thurs. from 11:30 to 1.

This one is an Apple Bavarian Flan with a walnut crust. (European of course)

This next on just so happened to be an emergency backup plan because our merangue cups didn't turn out. This one is called Chocolate Maccadamia Banana Island with crushed merangue.

Then while being so busy with school and having to get used to our new puppy Seth, I was kinda crushed when poor Seth was diagnosed with the horrible Parvovirus and passed before I could say goodbye. I went from telling my personal secrets to this little guy (may he be missed so dearly) RIP SETH!

To talking to this wonderful sweet guy Pictured below. He first started sitting beside me during our very first Sanitation class. He started making me a little nervous when he asked me one day if he could sit and share my little table with me. I told him sure because I knew he was/is very protective of his long board. Yes, that's right, He has one of those boards that Sam and Tom Preston have, so I kinda figured that he wanted to be closer to it so he could keep an eye on it. Now he trys to sit beside me every class and if not we talk after class and he also sits beside me during our Nutrition class and he tells me weird, but good recipes he has come up with in the past and has actually tried. He also tells me thing I know he hasn't told anyone else. I think he trusts me. The week before the Italian Buffet, we left Sanitation together and he said see ya, buddy. That is when I knew something was up. He is also the one I hung out with mostly during the Italian Buffet and even compaired burn scars with while taking a short break between food runs. Now days, I keep hearing this voice in my head saying, "Don't get burned, you promised." I also hear this voice everytime I ride the bus to and from CSI saying "STAY SAFE FOR ME." Then I remember to put my seat belt on. I ususally don't wear it while riding the bus or in the backseat of the car, but everytime I forget it there is that sweet voice.
Although, I haven't been able to get the nerve to tell him my secrets just yet...I think this will change shortly when he gets back from being sick. I hope:P

I can't stop thinking about him.