The Sweet and the Bitter

Some days are good days, others bad. The sweet and the bitter. Pardon me for stealing that phrase, I literally picked up Sweetbitter by Stephanie Danler today and started reading it a few minutes ago. I’m already hooked.

Today was a sweetbitter day. (I think I want to use that phrase now) For me it was a pretty sweet day, with a taste of the bitter; for others, it was definitely bitter. I’m not sure it even had a sweet moment.  Life in a restaurant is far from dull, always leaves an interesting taste in my mouth, and a sense of wonder that I am working in a professional kitchen.

But today had an example of how marvelous our staff is, especially working with them. Thankfully music is almost always on while we are cooking. Today, D-man had a great Pandora channel on, I think it was the U2 one, and Simple Minds’ ‘Don’t You (Forget About Me)’ came on. I happen to love the song (though I prefer Anna Kendrick’s version from Pitch Perfect best….) and Lucifer was talking with Richard, our new line chef, though we’ve worked with him since the beginning in different capacities.  Richard either couldn’t hear the song or didn’t know what it was.

Lucifer: It’s from the Breakfast Club.

Me: I love the song, but I’ve never liked the Breakfast Club.

Lucifer: (a phrase that is not polite and I won’t repeat)  I bet you were a 16 Candles girl.

I guess my face must have registered an ‘oh crap moment’ because Lucifer clapped his hands and said: “I’m right!”

Me: Yeah fine, yes I love 16 Candles.

Lucifer was not going to let that go so about ten minutes he goes to the chef, who is not really a soft kind of guy.

Lucifer: Hey Chef, can you believe K (me) hates the Breakfast Club?

Chef: I never really quite liked the Breakfast Club. I never quite got the point. [pauses] I was always more of a 16 Candles fan.

Oh my gosh! I shouted a thank you and we were all busting up laughing because if you saw the Chef, you would not think 16 Candles. Ever. He is super badass. I mean he has these tattoos that are just so badass man. He has a mouth on him that would make every one of my girlfriends turn so red. I was one of those girls till recently. I’ve learned to let it go. My mouth has actually gotten a lot less nice since working there.

But it’s sometimes the little things like this that make for a sweetbitter day. This definitely hit in the sweet department. Another exchange I found highly funny is that I looked up the French translation for ‘eff you’ last night. Va te faire foutre.  As a general rule of thumb, don’t sass someone with this if they know Spanish. Lucifer teasingly snarled at me to shut my mouth and I had best watch what I say. Damn him.  But it did make for a funny exchange.

Again, sweetbitter moments.  I wish most days were sweet for all of us. I wish the bitter didn’t crop up so much, but I love that I can joke with my marvelous coworkers. I love that we have this thing that is a pretty sweet working relationship. I love that I love all my boys (all the prep chefs, dishwashers, and line chefs) and that they are so seriously sweet with me. Richard, St. Michal, D-man, Lurch, Lucifer, and a couple others I haven’t come up with names for. I always tell Chef Wildflower to take care of our boys when I leave. She’s 17, nearly 18, but all the guys who are older than her and younger than me are our boys. We couldn’t do it without them. (and I might add we couldn’t do it without Miss Holly who is like the Mom of all of us)

Ah yes, this kitchen thing is an interesting life.



The Only Twins That Matter


[via Quiet Superstitions]

I’m not a huge Harry Potter fan. Quiet you! I enjoy the books, and some of the films. However, out of all of everything, I think one of the main things that stands out are the Weasley Twins. You know who I’m talking about. Fred and George. They are incredible! I was horrified, saddened, disgusted, and a whole lot of other when Fred died. How could anyone kill of this entity? Because that is what they are. They are not separate guys, but one.

I could rant forever on the injustice J.K. Rowling did when she killed Fred, but I would rather not think about that.

So, for the Twins, played by James and Oliver Phelps, here’s to you.  You’ve made the stories incredible, the movies tolerable, and I think a lot of people will agree when I say that you are the best.

Signing off


Moments of Weird Organization

Maybe it is the ‘librarian’ in me, but I have this thing about books, music, and movies being organized.  I was a substitute librarian for two years, ran the library for a month during reorganization, so I blame part of that, but I love for my books to be alphabetical by author, then works.   That’s for fiction.  If it’s non fiction, I want it to be by the Dewey decimal system.  And yes, I actually know where most books go by that system.  I guess the shelving books thing got ingrained in me.

Right now my books are far from being in that situation.  I’m very disappointed I don’t have the room to organize my books that way.  Right now they are grouped in weird spots.  I have the favorites shelf.  All my books that if there was a fire, those would have to go.  My copy of “The Lay of the Last Mistral” by Sir Walter Scott, because it was my great grandmother’s.  My Emilie Loring hardbacks.  My two copies of “The Sea is Blue’.  And others of course.  I have about 20 on that shelf, and it’s categorized by what is most important.  So clearly not following my ‘rules’.

Then there is the paperback shelf.  My Janet Dailey’s, Amanda Quick’s, and any other romance book that is my fluff reading.  Okay, that’s not quite true as I have half of those in a closet because the shelf isn’t large enough.  Do not start laughing anyone, I have my girl moments, thank you very much.

The Zane Gray’s are in boxes under my bed.  They should not be under my bed, they should be on a shelf.  I need shelves.

So, as you can see, just from that blip, that most of my books are not organized.  I had my most used books organized in one area by my specifications.  It was lovely. I adored it. 

Ok, my stacks are not this bad...

I ran out of room.

So I tried stacking them.  It doesn’t work.  You try getting those three large astronomy books  on the very bottom of the stack.  Yeah, it’s kind of hard.  So that system had to go as well.  Right now it’s kind of  a mixture of organized(sort of) and stacked(the non important books).

As for music, it must be by artist then title.  My family and I have a fairly large collection of music, and I am forever trying to keep it in order. My sister is notorious for putting the wrong cd in the wrong case, and in the wrong spot.  (though I should mention she has down syndrome, so I can’t get mad at her too much)  I try to keep my cd’s organized as well.  Hey, I have to be able to find them.

For movies/dvd’s I like it by genre.  I know, you would think title right?  Well, for some reason title doesn’t seem to be the right way to do it.  Disney should be with Disney.  Action with action, romance with romance, etc.  And my movies are in my section.  Yes, I have my own section.  Well, my parents aren’t as into the Jane Austen’s and British movies.  The Audrey Hepburn’s.  So I put mine in their own reserved spot.

P.S. (I used to wear heels when I worked at the library. Dressed a lot like this)

Now, relating this back to being a librarian.  I didn’t used to be that ridiculous.  Ever since being one though, I want books organized.  I still even shelve books that are out of place at the library if I see one in the wrong spot.  When I organize books for anyone else, I want it to be alphabetical or by type.  I have issues.

You would think that me liking things like this organized, my life would be.

I wish!

Signing off