Ugly Sweater Party

Over the weekend Adam and I hosted an Ugly Sweater Christmas Party with our friends. It turned out so great, we had a blast!

There was plenty of good food. We had a chili bar with a really yummy hearty chili and my favorite cheesy potato soup. Served with bread sticks, cornbread and lots of toppings!

To really show off the ugly sweaters we decided to make a photo booth with silly props and Christmas lights. This was so much fun we laughed and laughed at the dumb pictures.

We played several games but the best were many minute to win it games. They were absolutely hilarious! From "Rudolf the white nose reindeer" to the "cookie monster" game, and the intense "deck the string" game. I've never seen some of these friends get so competitive.

Overall a great night! We had so much fun laughing and chatting with good friends till the wee hours in the morning. It was a great way to celebrate Christmas with fun people!

Culinary School: Week 15

It's over! My first semester of culinary school is over! I almost can't believe I actually did it. But then I look at the grease burn scar on my forearm and scar I have on the top of my middle finger from the time I nearly cut it off, and then it becomes real again. It's physical proof that I did it.

This week in classes I had finals and catering events. In baking for my final practical exam I had 4 hours 45 minutes to make a batch of dinner rolls, a dozen ginger molasses cookies, one pound of creme anglaise, a pumpkin pie, a pie shell, a batch of eclairs and creme puffs filled with pastry cream. For some dumb reason I forgot about my baking pie during the practical and it was completely over cooked so I had to remake it. The eclair dough didn't puff up in the oven so I had to remake that as well. In the last 15 minutes of the practical I was literally sprinting around the kitchen. I pulled my remade pumpkin pie out 2 minutes before the time was up.  It was a beautiful thing, I finished! In cooking for the final practical the chef gave us two components of a dish: sole fish and beurre blanc (sauce) - we had to make a meal including a starch and a vegetable to go along with our fish and sauce. We had 15 minutes to plan our entree using what we have in the kitchen. Before we started we had to turn in the name of our dish so that the chef could see how well we stuck to our plan. I decided to make a pan seared sole fish over vegetable couscous topped with lemon beurre blanc and toasted almonds. It was a really good dish with lots of flavor, and it was cohesive - I was completely thrilled with the outcome.

I have learned so much this semester. More than I've learned in any other semester of school. I soaked in all of the lessons and tips and techniques like a sponge. My cooking habits and skills have begun to evolve, I feel more confident experimenting in the kitchen and have learned to trust my own instincts over the instincts of the person who wrote the recipe. Culinary school has taught me a lot about myself. I have experienced frustration, and anger, pure excitement and joy. This program has brought out a lot of good in me. It has helped me to realize that I can be a leader. And that I can do hard things. I was pushed to the edge of my comfort zone, and to the brink of exhaustion and I was able to come out feeling successful and improved. I gained 10 pounds, I learned to poach an egg and how to fillet a flat fish. I learned how to make buttercream frosting and baguettes. I learned that simple is usually better and that almost everything could use a little more salt. With the first semester of culinary school coming to a close I look forward with excitement for what's next.

Final Practical Exam Plate for Cooking

 

 

Final Practical Exam Tray for Baking

Lately

 

Chocolate mousse treats at school, a giant poinsettia sitting at my desk, the sweetest chicken pot pie for dinner, silly faces with my guy, at the shooting range, home made three cheese and pesto tortellini, my practical tray ready to be judged, and me in a Christmas tree ornament.

Finals Week

Oh hi. Hello. I'm still alive. Barely. My feet ache. And my back aches. And I feel as if I smell only of deep fryer grease and dirty dishes. But I'm surviving I think. This week has been a whirlwind (and let me point out that it's only Tuesday...). Below is what happened last night at 11:00pm. So yeah that's basically where I'm at right now. Three ibuprofen and a butt load of crappy Chinese food. All I have left is one practical, a book report, a paper and I'm home free.

 

 

 

Culinary School: Week 14

This week class time was spent working catering events and preparing for practical exams. The photo below is a great expression of what my life looks like right now.  Papers and messes and sticky notes and to go boxes. On top of all of that poor Adam has been sicker than a dog all week with a nasty cold, lots of congestion going on - which means there's some major snoring happening at night, which means I have been sleeping (I'll use that term loosely) on the couch. Not the most comfortable place to rest my tired body after a long day at work and school. We catered a handful of events this week but my favorite was on Wednesday when we had all the tables set the water glasses full, 50 portions of salmon hot and ready, 3 beef tenderloins at the carving stations, all the sides prepared all we needed was hungry people to show up. Unfortunately that never happened. There was a scheduling error and they thought the party was the next day so we cleared all of the food out had to start over on Thursday. It was...frustrating. Next week I have two practical exams, one written final, and 3 catering events (including my own company Christmas party) it will be a busy week. I'm working on mustering up the little bit of motivation and positivity I have left to get me though. At last the semester is winding down, I am definitely ready for Christmas break.

 

My Mom

Today is my moms birthday. The mom who refers to me as min, short for mindells. The mom who can french braid so tight it makes your eyes go squinty. That same mom who always knows the right thing to say and still likes to hold my hand when we go to the movies. The one that raised me and dealt with me through high school and other tumultuous times and miraculously still loves me. My favorite shopping companion. My favorite cooking companion. She's my mom. I am thankful for the woman that she is. I am thankful for her goodness and her example. I am thankful for her sugar cookies. Thanks for being mine, mom.

Happy birthday.

I love you.

 

 

Photo from earlier this year in DC with momma

That guy I'm married to

My husband is a goof ball. It's not a secret And most times sometimes it drives me crazy. The constant tickling. The voices. The inability to take serious things serious. And the laugh, oh that laugh. The one that is often mistaken for sobs. He is through and through boy, poop jokes and all.  And unfortunately it is far too rare that I actually stop to appreciate that guy, silly laugh, funny phrases, even the poop jokes. In those moments when something strikes him as funny you can usually find me sitting by his side burying my shaking head in my hands, or giving him an elbow to the ribs, my way of telling him to knock it off, or if it's bad enough a motherly "Aaaadam!", escapes my lips, followed by a "come on!" or "pull yourself together". 

 

I can happily say that after almost 3 years of marriage I am starting to change. I laugh more - and I don't take things so seriously. Living with someone who makes me laugh was not something I considered to be important before I got married. My "list" of qualities to find in a husband oddly enough didn't include one of the things I love most about the man I ended up with. Laughing everyday with the person I love is fun. It is a significant part of our relationship. Making jokes out of bills and car repairs and piles of laundry makes those tedious, miserable things somewhat more enjoyable. The funny bone that Adam posses is one that I was born without, but slowly I'm learning. When something terrible happens, or life just feels hard my initial reaction is to become frustrated and sad. Adam's is to laugh. Or to make a joke. Or even find one on you tube.

 

 He is a good example of what I'd like to be like. I'm getting there. But for now I'm learning to appreciate that part of my husband that I typically don't.

 





 

Photo's brought to you by the night "No Shave November" ended. The curly Frenchman was my favorite. But of course the night was ended with the classic Hitler stach.