I think I'll sum up today's 50,000 layoffs
legal action being taken against multiple corporations by various depts of labor
and the general exploding chaos around us as this depression continues to jam our jugulars with home made shivs.
A good meal feeds the man.
A great meal feeds the soul.
It has absolutely nothing to do with anything
but for some reason I find it to be very true.
I'm not saying life sucks, have a cookie.
I'm saying take care of what you can
be happy with what you can take care of.
As my mom would say: Make the main thing the main thing and keep the main thing the main thing.
We'll endure...
alright
I'll endure
the rest of you can panic if you'd like.
I'm 90% sure I'm going to become a chef, whether I use that professionally or not is yet to be determined.
But hey, at least my food will be well prepared and well selected even on the most dismal budget.
I often daydream about owning a bistro or an inn.
Serve lots of fresh vegetables... make friends with a real butcher, keep the clientel casual but with good taste
almost like a walkaround tavern with comfortable chairs and unassuming decor.
An at home kinda feel, some place to come in from the dark and cold.
Mhm... mhm... that's the ticket.
I'll call it ... hmm... what would I call it?
Oh
duh
The Chestnut Tree Cafe.
I'll serve unadulterated spanish, rustic italian and peasant french.
... spread too thin? But I LIKE all three...
A couple curries too?
Four cousines in one kitchen without hybridization won't be too hard.
... right?
I'd have garbanzos from spanish and indian
broad beans from french and spanish
tomato from spanish indian and italian
lamb, cerrano ham, duck...
I can totally do this.
Okay
maybe not
but we're in the research and development phase, stay tuned for the exclusionary process and catastrophic trial and error.
I now get by in my life by planning my dream restaurant and ideal home.
It's a pleasant diversion.
