Boeuf Bourguignon - that's what Julia Powell made in the movie Julie and Julia, and that's what I made today, kind of. I took the recipe from Juila Child's Mastering the Art of French Cooking and some bits and pieces from an Irish stew recipe, blended them together, adding in my own personal touches, and I got perfection. Seriously, this is by far the best tasting thing I've ever made; I didn't realize anything I touched could taste so good. It is easily one of the best dishes I've ever tasted... ever, and I've eaten in a lot of great places (Paris, Rome, Florence, etc.).
So now my cooking foray has brought me to a dilemma. That being, why can't I cook all the time? Why can't I make a living of it? If only I was like Mrs. Child and had a spouse with a cushy job to put me through chef school, then maybe I would have the credentials needed in this world to make a living of something I love such as this. I guess for now, my only legitimate art will be confined to paper and photos; the art I create in the kitchen will only be for pleasing my palette, and those of my friends. *sigh*
...If anyone is looking to hire a personal cook, let me know!...
Ciao,
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Friday, January 1, 2010
Adventure No. 8: Auld Lang Syne
So I find myself upon a new year once again, as I'm sure you do as well. It's been a very interesting year during which I experienced many things; my highest ups and my lowest downs (almost), as well as reaching many, many milestones and firsts that are important in life, or at least in my own.
I finally finished university, I accepted a life path that was different than the one I had mapped out (which has been really refreshing) and will continue along this path while still looking for any chances to track back onto the originally planned route somewhere along the way. I broke out of my shell even further, and even made the big move up to Toronto. I got a new job thanks to H1N1 and gave it up thanks to a crappy work environment. I became closer emotionally to my family even though I became further apart physically. I lost some friends who were very close and important to me, though I now feel I am better off without them. And to counter balance that, I also met some people who have become very near and dear to me, and I feel I am a better person for knowing them.
Looking ahead, I have high hopes floating in front of me, like frosty mist hanging in the air on a frigid morning. This past year had been a fairly difficult and trying one, and the past decade was certainly a tough one for myself, my family, and as I'm sure, for most people in the world. I have a real bed coming to me, that is, not an IKEA futon, but an actual bed (wooden, with a boxspring and mattress and everything) (this is big news for me), I'll be starting yoga as I've pretty much always wanted to do, and the opportunities for me are nearly boundless. Do I try making a living as an artist? Do I still juggle two interesting and engaging part-time jobs? Do I find a suitable, challenging and secure full-time job? Maybe I could do some tavelling; maybe I could go back to school. It seems the world is on a buffet table in front of me, and I get to have my pick of what parts of it I want.
Here's hoping the new decade (What should we call it? The twenty-teens?) is full of as much promise, prosperity, health, success and adventure as I think it will be.
Happy New Year everyone.
Ciao,
I finally finished university, I accepted a life path that was different than the one I had mapped out (which has been really refreshing) and will continue along this path while still looking for any chances to track back onto the originally planned route somewhere along the way. I broke out of my shell even further, and even made the big move up to Toronto. I got a new job thanks to H1N1 and gave it up thanks to a crappy work environment. I became closer emotionally to my family even though I became further apart physically. I lost some friends who were very close and important to me, though I now feel I am better off without them. And to counter balance that, I also met some people who have become very near and dear to me, and I feel I am a better person for knowing them.
Looking ahead, I have high hopes floating in front of me, like frosty mist hanging in the air on a frigid morning. This past year had been a fairly difficult and trying one, and the past decade was certainly a tough one for myself, my family, and as I'm sure, for most people in the world. I have a real bed coming to me, that is, not an IKEA futon, but an actual bed (wooden, with a boxspring and mattress and everything) (this is big news for me), I'll be starting yoga as I've pretty much always wanted to do, and the opportunities for me are nearly boundless. Do I try making a living as an artist? Do I still juggle two interesting and engaging part-time jobs? Do I find a suitable, challenging and secure full-time job? Maybe I could do some tavelling; maybe I could go back to school. It seems the world is on a buffet table in front of me, and I get to have my pick of what parts of it I want.
Here's hoping the new decade (What should we call it? The twenty-teens?) is full of as much promise, prosperity, health, success and adventure as I think it will be.
Happy New Year everyone.
Ciao,
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