Long time no see world.
Ive missed you.
A lot has happened in the months since ive left for deployment.
I wont spend this time to sit here and bad mouth someone that treated me
like dirt, cause wheres the fun in that?
This is going to be about my future, because I need to keep my head forward and focused
on something that wouldnt have even included that person anyways.
I had a dream the other night that I was laying down in the store room of some kitchen in NYC. All i could think about was "what the hell am i going to serve for dinner?"
Staring at the ceiling, it all began to come to me. Roast duck with a maple demi-glaze, red potatoes roasted in the juices from the duck. Some sort of asparagus, most likely broiled with olive oil and rosemary, served with a mini baggett. When i woke up from this dream I about lost my damn mind. I was so hungry (for actual food and..) to be back in the kitchen. Like a distant lover calling in the night, I feel like i need to answer this call.
It started to make me think. I really do fit this kind of loner, vagabond image of a chef. Not outwardly, but in personality and social deficiency.
My natural distrust of people seems to fade away when im behind a grill, or rolling sushi for that matter.
If I could be cooking right now I wouldnt be such the wreck that I am right now.
Or better yet, I would be inspired to create something so ridiculous that it would catch on and be a smash hit. (I.E. the "Willy" roll for those of you that ive made sushi for)
It also helps me work things out.
Which I need right now.
Stupid girls.
Anywho, ill keep this sweet and simple.
Yes, im fine.
I feel off the horse for a minute, but im good.
like dirt, cause wheres the fun in that?
This is going to be about my future, because I need to keep my head forward and focused
on something that wouldnt have even included that person anyways.
I had a dream the other night that I was laying down in the store room of some kitchen in NYC. All i could think about was "what the hell am i going to serve for dinner?"
Staring at the ceiling, it all began to come to me. Roast duck with a maple demi-glaze, red potatoes roasted in the juices from the duck. Some sort of asparagus, most likely broiled with olive oil and rosemary, served with a mini baggett. When i woke up from this dream I about lost my damn mind. I was so hungry (for actual food and..) to be back in the kitchen. Like a distant lover calling in the night, I feel like i need to answer this call.
It started to make me think. I really do fit this kind of loner, vagabond image of a chef. Not outwardly, but in personality and social deficiency.
My natural distrust of people seems to fade away when im behind a grill, or rolling sushi for that matter.
If I could be cooking right now I wouldnt be such the wreck that I am right now.
Or better yet, I would be inspired to create something so ridiculous that it would catch on and be a smash hit. (I.E. the "Willy" roll for those of you that ive made sushi for)
It also helps me work things out.
Which I need right now.
Stupid girls.
Anywho, ill keep this sweet and simple.
Yes, im fine.
I feel off the horse for a minute, but im good.
