Tuesday, June 19, 2007


Dear Dunkin Donuts,

When I say DECAF, I mean it! I know it can be confusing to keep track of the myriad facets of my order, (large iced decaf with milk) but GET IT TOGETHER, PEOPLE, I am the only customer in the store. My arm hair is now standing on end (at least what little arm hair I have remaining, the rest having been singed off by close proximity to the flat top) and I’m racing around the apartment like a squirrel. I am going to appear to my coworkers like a cook with a nasty cocaine habit and my hands are shaking so much that I’m going to be dropping pans all afternoon.


Thank you,

On another note – so far work is great. No crying, lots of tasty pastas to sample, left hand only partially stuck in claw-like formation.

Monday, June 11, 2007

Back on the Chain Gang

Today is my first day back at the restaurant. They’re promoting me to the dinner shift in the hot kitchen where I’ll be cooking pasta. I’m terrified. Pasta is the toughest spot on the line; there’s no time for mistakes and you must be tough as nails. And strong. Hella strong. Considering my arm hurts from yesterday’s tennis lesson I think I have some work to do.

Embarassingly, my other fear is that I’ll cry. Because that is what I do now, apparently, when something gets to be too much, or too stressful, or too hard. I cry like a kindergartener. And that’s NOT OKAY because there is NO CRYING in the kitchen. Not when you’re trying to prove yourself in front of a bunch of big strong men. (Didn’t you read Kitchen Confidential – imagine how much worse it would have been if he were a girl, and if he cried? Ouch.)

The title of this post refers to this song, which they used to play before the beginning of the night shift when I was first starting at Garde Manger because it was at the beginning of somebody’s iPod mix. You know how each baseball player has a song that they play when he approaches to bat? Maybe this is my song.

And hey, I just watched the youtube thing and you know who cries? Chrissie Hynde. Chrissie freaking Hynde cries in this video, while she’s singing. Probably because the song was written about the death of her lead guitarist (and boyfriend?) after his overdose. If Chrissie Hynde can cry at work maybe I can too.

Wednesday, June 06, 2007


We’re back from France and it was a lovely vacation. It was great just to spend time together and relax and laugh again – it felt like I hadn’t laughed in a month. A little time and distance didn’t make us forget what happened, but it provided a blanket to help us cover some of our rough spots.

I was a terrible food blogger because I took no photos of food, but I did write down nearly everything I put in my mouth. But since No One Cares What You Had For Lunch, I’ll just summarize:

More wine
Pain au Chocolat
Just a bit more wine
Fois gras
One more glass
37 ducks
Cheese (for dessert!)

Maybe I’ll post more later about some of our meals, but here are a few of my brilliant observations about Paris:

1.) Everyone is a good driver. No, really. It’s not like Rome where you fear for your life every time you step off the curb.

2.) No one was rude. No one. No one giggled at my awful French accent, no one made snooty faces or laughed at my Old Navy fashions, no one looked at us askance as we sat sipping wine among beautiful tanned fit men at what was obviously a gay bar.

3.) People really do walk around carrying baguettes all the damn time.

4.) Meals take longer. This is a good thing. You sit for a while, you get some wine, you order, you eat a bit of this and a bit of that and drink some more wine, maybe you have a coffee or a smoke, you wander home, maybe stopping for a drink on the way. Dinner is an event.

5.) The adorable metro! Cute little green trains, only 5 or 6 cars long, and the stations don’t smell like pee (as much). The best part – there are little digital signs above the tracks telling you when the next train is coming, and they come every 6 minutes or so. No more standing on the platform waiting if perhaps the entire subway system shut down and no one bothered to mention it to you.

6.) Like any other big city, there are plenty of mediocre touristy restaurants. With just a little research you can avoid these spots and get some great food.