Doesn't anyone else think it looks like a dildo??
Topic: School
Today was the due date for a group project in my garde manger class. We had to create a mirrored non-edible food display. We've had several weeks to prepare for it and try out different recipes to find ones that work.

So Miss Tennesse (a woman of at least 50 that apparently doesn't know she is both living in Ohio and WAY TOO OLD for that color of lipstick)is a psycho bitch in my group. I'm also there with Crazy Bus Lady and Sugarfoot (the former being an irate, somewhat smelly bus driver that thinks she's God's Gift to the culinary world and the latter being a rather furry young man that 'sprained his ankle' and as a result has not walked on it all quarter. One HELL of a sprain that is). By nature I am a control freak. I always have been. That's what people with eating disorders do. We control. Unfortunately, Miss Tennessee, Bus Lady and Sugarfoot are all a little controlling and we all had different ideas of what should be going on.

Three weeks ago we finally made a decision and all was on track. Until yesterday. Miss Tennessee decides that, hm, she doesn't like this chicken so much. She doesn't think it will work. I'm staring at this piece of poached, stuffed, rolled chicken thinking to myself, "Does NO ONE else realize this looks like a dildo?" They just kept talking about it. I couldn't believe that they were honestly going to put that on a tray to be graded. I could resist no longer so I just told them flat out, "We can't use this as is. It looks like an animal penis." They all looked at me in a rather strange way. They must have been thinking it, I'm just the only one who said it.

As it turns out they really weren't large enough so we cut it up, made chicken salad out of it and put it in vol-au-vents. It looked alright. The mirror was too busy but it was alright I guess.

However, being the creative soul that I am, I wanted to take Walleye and wrap long strings of colorful vegetables up in it. It would sit upright with the sprigs bouncing out beautifully and would aboslutely be the most creative and colorful piece there. Lucky for me...they loved it! Then came the "Well, what if's." For example, "Oh, that's a great idea. But, what if we just used peppers instead of multiple vegetables? And then what if we added carrots. The other thing I was thinking was what if we used chicken instead of fish?"

So yeah, back to their idea again. And I died a little inside.

In the end, they used their ideas and scoffed at mine. They ignored my suggestions. Well that isn't entirely accurate. They listened, pretended they liked them, acted on my suggestions and then when I wasn't looking changed it back. Fuck you all, I say!!! Go ahead.

But now it's over. After 10 long weeks it's over and I got a 95% on it. Not too shabby, even if my creativity did have to die in the process.

Here is the atrocity.

Too bad the spinach-filled dildo didn't make the cut. It would have been SO MUCH funnier.

This Is Me
Mood:  lazy
Topic: Me
I'm not sure if anyone will ever read this, but if you do, it might help to know about me. So if you have the foresight to check this first post, you'll have a least half an idea who you're reading about.

I'm 21 and as of this first entry I will be graduating college in about 3 months. I'll be a chef.

This was not my original plan when I first graduated high school. In fact, it wasn't my plan five months ago. It's funny how things change so fast.

When I graduated high school, I was set to go to Ohio University. It's about 2 hours from my home and family. I was going to be a teacher, I was going to make a difference.

Turns out I didn't like being there all that much. Too far from home and I decided I really didn't want to be responsible for myself, let alone someone else's children. So I transfered. To a community college, much to my dismay.

Now I'm going to be a chef, and I'm quite happy about it.

Five months ago I was getting married to the guy I've been dating for the last 7 years almost. Things were planned out. I knew how everything was going to go. We started fighting, not getting along and the spark was just generally gone. Now we're just kind of floating around in this weird limbo not really knowing what's going on. He's a great friend, and I think that may be all we can be. It's sad, but true. I never know from day to day.

I actually have another blog, I'm not sure why I changed, or if I'll close the other one. I was bored I think, so I decided to subject TWICE as many people to my ramblings.

I have a love of pop tarts, fruit snacks, and all furry creatures. I live with my mom for the time being and am slowly deciding what I want to do when I graduate. I share my home with 3 dogs, 3 cats and a ferret. It's interesting here.