Sometimes I feel like I should be in culinary school instead of a liberal arts college.
I mean, don't get me wrong, I like what I do. But I have this really strong emotional connection with food; not only am I an emotional eater (which I should probably stop), but I'm also an emotional chef, to some extent. Had a bad day and there's nothing good in the house to eat? Go to the store, grab ingredients and make a giant pot of borscht! (I did this earlier this week; it says something about my love for borscht that I've eaten six or seven servings since then and haven't even gotten close to being tired of it.)
Of course, the parts of me that probably shouldn't be a chef are 1) the lazy part that doesn't like to do things like sift flour, and 2) the selfish part that sometimes doesn't want anyone else to share what I've made. I mean, I like cooking for parties and things, but if I intended to make something for myself, nobody else better touch it.
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Saturday, November 13, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
I see potential here.
I just encountered a bright light in the bog of my day so far. Now I just hope it doesn't turn out to be a hinkypunk.
Said light is my first class of the semester, an English senior seminar entitled "Manifestos and Book Binding'. And I'm pretty sure it's going to be just as awesome as it sounds. Our final project is to make four copies of our personal manifesto and hand-bind it; it's more of an art class than an English class, which is fine with me, since all of the actual art classes on this campus are majors-only. Plus, I can probably use the cool scrapbooking supplies I have lying around.
On another note entirely, today has been fucking crazy in my head. I'm attempting to get into one English class that sounds cool and fulfills a requirement, which, if I get into it, will require me to drop a different class that conflicts with the time, which means I will have to take that class in the spring. This doesn't really bother me requirement-wise, since a t least ten variations on this class are offered every semester, but the one I was going to take looked like it would really helpful to me; it's called "What Am I Going To Do With My Life?" Which, you know, is fucking PERFECT for me right now.
Complicating this situation is this honors thesis I have to complete sometime this year, which I didn't realize I actually had to register for and not just talk to the dean about it. (Which I did.) so now I have to try and register for this "class" which it turns out requires prior permission, so now I have to call the honors department and figure out how exactly I would go about obtaining permission so I can register.
At least I know what my thesis is going to be. I'm going to research what necessities (availability, preservation, etc.) led to the distinctive ingredients used in various world cuisines. Of course, I'll have to include some recipes and try them out as part of the project!
Said light is my first class of the semester, an English senior seminar entitled "Manifestos and Book Binding'. And I'm pretty sure it's going to be just as awesome as it sounds. Our final project is to make four copies of our personal manifesto and hand-bind it; it's more of an art class than an English class, which is fine with me, since all of the actual art classes on this campus are majors-only. Plus, I can probably use the cool scrapbooking supplies I have lying around.
On another note entirely, today has been fucking crazy in my head. I'm attempting to get into one English class that sounds cool and fulfills a requirement, which, if I get into it, will require me to drop a different class that conflicts with the time, which means I will have to take that class in the spring. This doesn't really bother me requirement-wise, since a t least ten variations on this class are offered every semester, but the one I was going to take looked like it would really helpful to me; it's called "What Am I Going To Do With My Life?" Which, you know, is fucking PERFECT for me right now.
Complicating this situation is this honors thesis I have to complete sometime this year, which I didn't realize I actually had to register for and not just talk to the dean about it. (Which I did.) so now I have to try and register for this "class" which it turns out requires prior permission, so now I have to call the honors department and figure out how exactly I would go about obtaining permission so I can register.
At least I know what my thesis is going to be. I'm going to research what necessities (availability, preservation, etc.) led to the distinctive ingredients used in various world cuisines. Of course, I'll have to include some recipes and try them out as part of the project!
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