I have to admit, 4 months is far, far too long to be away. and I can't say that it was a good time off either. Matter of factly: It was pretty lousy. Things change and happen for a reason. The pages of a calendar flip and time winds forward at a pace we cannot control and sometimes cannot understand. But nevertheless, here we are.
I have been standing at a crossroads for several months. I must have looked like a cow at a new gate, mouth agape for quite some time. But I have decided to move on and re-re-re-re-REstart life all over again (No I didn't stutter, I just feel like I have been down this road before.) Where will this take me? Who the heck knows!
I have been compelled for some time to see this movie Julie & Julia since I first saw the trailer for it. Not because I have a great penchant for "chick flicks," but because maybe I can reclaim a part of me that wandered off some time ago. I remember watching Julia Child a few times growing up, and trying to entertain people by banging pots and pans together and poorly mimicking her voice. It was enough to garner a laugh or two, and that's all I wanted at the time.
But then I learned how to cook. Mamaw did it..I watched. and since Julia was the only other older person (by the time I really got to know who she was, she was well on her way to 80) that I knew that cooked, I watched her too. I went to culinary school, graduating in 2002 and found my niche. So I thought.
I love to cook and I always will. It is like I am paying homage to those that came before me. But I didn't like the restaurant life. Do not get me wrong: I loved High Cotton! Everything else that followed I hated. Attitudes here and there; arrogance all over and mismanagement all over really put a sour taste in my mouth for quite some time. So I ran away from it. At times, I am glad I did.
So my path strayed hither and thither and still no idea. and I am not honestly sure if I have one yet. I am the most varied bloke I know and at times it is a curse. I like so many things and can't tell you which point to start.
Now, I am not saying that this movie is a life changer, but I see where Julie was coming from. She was a struggling writer working at a job that caused her more grief than cheer. But she decided to take on a huge task to regiment herself and give her something to write about: Julia Child's "Mastering the Art of French Cooking." 1 year, 524 recipes... no regrets. Long story short, her blog because supremely popular, she wrote a book, and it became a movie and she is happy being a WRITER. It was not all pear tarts and hollandaise sauce either.
Some days, it is beef aspic. They don't come out right. They fall on the floor and you do too. There is crying and gnashing of teeth, but yet you still get up and try the next one on the next page. And so will I.
My next page isn't written yet, but I have a pretty good idea of what it is going to say. now do not get me wrong, I am not gonna cook my way through a Gordon Ramsay or Mario Batali book and write about it. I may not teach and i probably wont have a book published. But I can write, and I plan on doing so.
About what? no clue!
I have too many interests to just sit around and let it all wither in the sun. I am going to spill it onto the page... figuratively speaking of course. I hope you enjoy the ride.
Okay. A couple things I DO know:
1) I can beat anyone on Hell's Kitchen this season, but I don't like cold; so the head chef at Araxi, in Vancouver is all yours. Enjoy! (p.s. Tenille..SHUT UP!)
2) The Next Food Network Star sucked, but the best two won, so I am happy. Entries are being taken for next season already and you best be derned sure I am going to enter. I got the single guy market down!
3) There is too much crap going on around me that needs to be said, and I keep forgetting that I have an outlet for it. Well, that all changes now.
Nothing's Safe.....
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