Wednesday, December 2, 2009

The Lonely Bag of Chips

On the IPOD "Blue Suitcase" by: Erin McCarley

So you know how there are those days where you feel like punching a hole in the wall...well today was that kind of day. I can't describe it except to say that my cooking flow was off. Nothing necessarily came out wrong but cooking is like a dance. It is all based on timing and movement. It is what I miss most about cooking in a restaurant... besides all the foul language and sexual discussions there is a dance that happens on the line and it is what separates an amazing restaurant from one that closes in 6 months. The difference in my job is that I am dancing by myself. The problem with not having a group of chefs to dance with is that if you miss a step there is no one there to get you back on the beat. And it is extremely frustrating when you can hear the beat but you just can't find it. So that was today in a nut shell.

I finally got done with work at about 5pm and realized that because I wasn't annoyed enough already, I forgot my workout clothes at home! Ugh!! So I ran(not literally) home to change. What started as a brief run in and out turned into an hour phone conversation with my friends Jamie and Summer. Now although it threw off the rest of the night, the phone convo was totally worth it and super funny and I think we all learned way too much about each other ;) !! Anyways, so although it took every bit of willpower I have, I got dressed and headed out the door to the gym. I made it through an hour workout and decided I would go to the grocery store and pick up a few things for home since I have neglected to go since we've moved in. So of course I'm going at the worst time in the day, first of all every joe schmo is there and I'M STARVING... I picked up everything on the list plus some lettuce, 2% mexican cheese, ground turkey meat and salsa for dinner (Just for me, Mike is working horrible hours, don't even get me started...). So I held myself together, even though I totally contemplated opening a Weight Watchers fudge bar in the middle of the store and devouring it. I even loaded all the bags in the way back of the car so I wouldn't open anything on the way home, but then out of the corner of my eye I spotted a bag of whole grain baked tortilla chips from work sitting oh so lonely on the front seat...I tried very hard to fight it but about 2 miles from home....I opened the bag. All bets were off I ate at least 5 in the first bite as soon as I realized what was happening I folded the bag up and threw it behind me to the back of the car. The lady in the car next to me at the stoplight either completely understood my craziness or thought I was a lunatic. I did finally make it home, I made my salad, put on some really short shorts that I haven't been able to slide myself into in probably 5 years and still shouldn't be seen in public in and turned on "Glee". And now at 10:30 pm my husband is finally walking in the door...
Goodnight all

xoxo chef a

1 comment:

jamieswartz1 said...

im always so glad i can accomodate you!!! xoxo