This should be a hardcore food blog
...or hardcore pimpin blog. Or both. Probably both. Like, "Today in the kitchen, I showed that rondeau full of veal stock how strong my pimp hand is. It won't ever hold out on me and not give me head again." Okay, maybe the heat from the burners just fried my brain, or maybe I'm just nucking futs. Either way, I own the shit out of culinary school.
First written test: 98%
Total online quizes: 92%
So, I'm not godlike, but I'm still better than, well, Moses? Who's next in line after the G-Man?
Anyway. I ran into Brendan from Food and Culture tonight before class and he said (he's the second to do so), "You inspired me. I've been working on all sorts of bacon foams and shit." My sauces had the best flavor in the class tonight, but could've been thicker. I talked with Don and Dan a lot, too. Don and I concluded that Dan is either full of shit or just too cocky for his own good, but whatever. I make better food than his shit anyway. Seared scallop stacks were the bomb like five years ago, kid. Catch a clue already.
Oh, and poolhalls in Michigan suck. That is all.
First written test: 98%
Total online quizes: 92%
So, I'm not godlike, but I'm still better than, well, Moses? Who's next in line after the G-Man?
Anyway. I ran into Brendan from Food and Culture tonight before class and he said (he's the second to do so), "You inspired me. I've been working on all sorts of bacon foams and shit." My sauces had the best flavor in the class tonight, but could've been thicker. I talked with Don and Dan a lot, too. Don and I concluded that Dan is either full of shit or just too cocky for his own good, but whatever. I make better food than his shit anyway. Seared scallop stacks were the bomb like five years ago, kid. Catch a clue already.
Oh, and poolhalls in Michigan suck. That is all.