#MyLife

Tuesday was a good day. I accidentally did the wrong homework though. While everyone else was studying about fruits and vegetables, I was studying stocks & sauces and plate presentations. No bigs. We did quite a few things in class. We had to separate an orange into pieces (I've done it), roast a red pepper on a burner (I've also done this), steam carrots and green beans--then shock them in ice water (I've done it), and make smashed potatoes (smashed still have the skin on the potatoes), aaaaaaaand make an apple tart.

The only thing me and my partner had trouble with was our apple tart. We didn't use enough butter or sugar, then we just stopped paying attention to it and the chef had to come over and save us. Once we started paying attention to our tart, it actually was the best looking one in the class. It tasted like apple pie. It was pretty good, and somewhat easy if you pay attention. We worked with puff pastry and that was fun. Who in the world doesn't like puff pastry?!

I feel like every class, my teacher tells me something I've made that day is perfect. He tried one of my green beans that we had to sautee and he said it was perfect. Perfect color, perfect texture, etc. It always makes me feel better about my cooking abilities. He also was joking with me about my smashed potatoes. I'm a potato-holic. He asked me if my addiction to potatoes was interfering with my every day life. I laughed. I said I can't give them up just yet because I'm young.



I LOVE SCHOOL. I haven't had one bad day yet, and i'm always happy after I leave. I enjoy everything I learn and i'm making friends. I love what I do because i'm passionate about it. It's rewarding for me when I hear that i'm doing well with some sort of cooking technique.

I also like my jobs. I got a raise at one of my jobs and that's pretty exciting. I know I complain about them like every other person sometimes but I only have a month and a half left at one of them. I just found out that one more person quit in our kitchen so it's down to me and another guy. The other guy I work with works seven days a week, usually all day-every day. I won't be able to have any more Sundays off (which sucks because I hate working Sundays) and I just won't be able to have any more days off. Period. It sucks but the way I need to look at it is i'll be getting more hours which adds up. I have to take it one day at a time. It's just hard because I don't have much free time but it could always be worse.

I was thinking about it today and i'm actually really proud of myself. I'm one of my only friends who is actually working in their career, going to school, and paving the way for my future. I guess i'm trying to lead by example. Because it can be done. It feels good to not have given up when (the lord knows) I've wanted to. I know I am a good worker, a good friend, a good girlfriend, and just a good person, in general. I can't help but feel like I have the potential to do something big. Or to do something that is simply amazing. I work my ass off and I think it's finally starting to pay off, emotionally. Monetarily, not so much. But i'm getting there and staying positive and that is all I can do at the moment. I have everything I want and I can't wait to see what my future has in store.

Not enough butter or sugar

Awwww yeah, there we go!

Finished tart <3