With soy yogurt, a banana, apple, strawberries, honey, oats and a spoon of peanut butter.
IT IS MOST SATISFYING.
Yesigrok, we havve heavy whipping cream in fridge meow. And waffles.
I have no idea if my work is anything like this, but I think that is just the tops.
(Source: dickonator)
and people want to know what my qualifications are I am going to show them my arms and hands.
The future.
that awkward moment when a 10 year old has more sense than half the douchebags in this country
The future has arrived.
That I am consistantly attracted to suave, well dressed, older men.
Well of course.
I want to be them.
When I grow up my name will be Ian Patrick Alec Ronald Stephen Lauriefrymckellenson.
I went to work at the Co-Op where I sang old R&B songs at the top of my lungs with two awesome kitchen guys. Burned the fuck out of my arm (seriously for someone who’s worked in kitchens for 7 years I am a slow learner on what is scalding hot and you just should not touch). And was given a bunch of free shizz for working on Memorial Day (it didn’t occur to me that people with lives might resent working on holidays).
Sooo then I had all the cheese and pizza dough in the world but it was too dang hot to make cheesy bread and other cheese stuffed items so I settled for two hours of working on pierogis! With the help of my lovely assistant, Miss. Valentine we banged out two dozen.
A little something about the stuffings I chose- mashed potatos with garlic and basil, cheese, a minced boca burger, onion and mushrooms, and chicken alfredo with peas finely minched. THEY ARE DELICIOUS.
My roommates are some kind of lucky that I fucking love cooking no matter the time, place, how burned my arms and hands are, how long of a days I’ve already spent in a kitchen working.
I plan on becoming the patron saint of being a boss…I mean of cooking.