Friday, February 26, 2010
In almost all of those situations, I questioned myself.
Am I proud of the life I lead up to this point?
I am an avid watcher of crime shows like CSI and Law & Order. In those there are bound to be gunshots. A sound which I am quite unfamiliar with.
Last night or rather early this morning, I was in bed but not yet asleep when i heard what I thought was 5 or 6 gunshots. At first I was in denial. I live in a residential neighborhood and rarely hear about robberies or break-ins. Yet as I laid there, I considered what else those sounds could be. A blown tire? A plastic bottle a car went over?
This unrecognizable fear and questioning set it. Is everything okay? Are we safe? What happened?
I could have brushed it off as something that happened in the distance until police cars rolled up. Then more questions came up.
Of all things to be afraid of... the unknown is by far the most daunting.
Monday, February 22, 2010
I had my first interview today in Manhattan. I was so nervous I barely slept the night before. I can't help but think I was over dressed. The CIA dress code has been such a big part of my educational career that I went there in a button down, dress skirt and heels while my interviewer was in t-shit and jeans. Overall I felt quite confidant. Now to rock the trailing tomorrow! I'm sure today and tomorrow is just the beginning of what I will be facing more often.
In other news, living at home is like a a throwback in time. For the past 3 years I have been quite independant: no one to tell me when to go to bed or when to take my meals or report where I am and with whom I am out with. I can say quite positivly, those days are OVER. My parents, much love to them, are super protective. Since thier bird that left the nest has finally flown home, they hover.. endlessly. Strangely, I can't say I mind it all that much.
One positive and negative aspect of living at home has to be the FOOD. There is nothing better than a home cooked meal, not even what they serve at school compares.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
I'm already looking for jobs online.
I'm not moving forward or backward. It's like a hamster or chinchilla running on the wheel. Better yet, someone on a treadmill.
Monday, February 15, 2010
This year I was not dwelling on being single or how everyone was all love-y dove-y but I was more focused on celebrating the Lunar New Year with my family. For the past two days I have been feasting on delicious Chinese food my mother has spent time making.
Coupled with Friday's feasting trip, I have consumed way too many calories. It's time for some workout?!
Friday, February 12, 2010
As of now, it's the end of my educational path. I leave the school that I have called home for over 3 years. It is possibly one of the hardest things to do, to leave the room I love (which is bigger than the one I'm returning to at home), the friends I cherish and the great food.
However there is the beginning of something new: my career! Is has been quite daunting to pursue employment. While some of my fellow classmates have already secured positions, I am still seeking one that fits me and one that I fit with. The numerous opportunities are here, there and everywhere. To find myself the perfect one will take time, but I am fully prepared!
A day after graduating, I was fortunate to see my great friend, Karni, graduate with an Associates in Occupational Studies in Culinary Arts. Buddies from our time in baking classes that started in 2007, we are quite inseparable. To celebrate, we going to head to
The culinary feast to celebrate was complete. We were all quite stuffed and content to have had some familiar food as well as some foreign food. Although the food was memorable, the time spent together was most defiantly unforgettable.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
I feel it’s important to look put together all the time; except in bed. But I digress. I see so many of my fellow college attendees who show up at the career fair like they just woke up and decided to go. Did they find that outfit from the hamper? Hopefully the clean hamper. Is a wrinkled shirt the style now? I think not! Some people just don’t seem to care.
So for my overall look I decided to go prim and proper with my grey slacks that have thin pink lines but added my fair with a magenta sweater that matches in hue. In the bleak NY weather, color is necessary. I also applied some light makeup. Nothing serious; I don’t want to wear a mask, I just want enough to cover blemishes, give a bit of color to my check and highlight my eyes.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Is there anything more American than football? or baseball? maybe hot dog and apple pie?
Saturday, February 6, 2010
As a student of the world and one that loves food to boot, it's a sad day when I come to realize that I will be leaving my beloved Hyde Park NY. Sure it has been over 3 long years, but the food away from school will be more missed than that of the food served AT school. Which says something since this school is The Culinary Institute of America.
I journeyed, what I believe will be my last time, to Rossi's. In a nondescript corner of a quiet back street, it seems that only those who respect good food know where to look for it. Even before setting foot in the door, the five senses kick into high gear. The simple building with its stripped awning and minimalist windows. But once I step in, you are transported into a different world. There is a bustle of people in line waiting to pay or waiting to order. The sound of the register, the footsteps of moving patrons. With only a narrow space between the refrigerated display and the back wall of oils, vinegars, jellies, frozen pasta and various other items it only allows about two person to stand abreast in each direction. Once I approach the back to order, I smell the daily soup, the pasta and who can forget the fresh bread.
Within a few minutes my order has been taken and the line shuffles along. As someone takes my panini off the press to cut, I see the golden color and hear that crunch as the knife glides through. Crinkling paper signals my order is done just as i approach the register. A quick exchange of money, and I'm out the door.
A hop, skip and jump later I'm the car. Do I even bother to wait?
Of course NOT!
Unwrapping the sandwich is feels like Christmas day when I was young. That excitement and impatience to tear through the paper to get to the prize. The balsamic and oil waifs through and with the first bite, the unmistakable crunch of pressed bread. I have reached sandwich heaven.