so i started digging through old shit at my parents house today. found all of my chef pants and chef coats. found my commis apron. found recipes and cookbooks. found my copy of the escoffier cookbook. then the memories start creeping in. the stupid shit i took so seriously in culinary school. the friends i made. then the cooking and the cuts and the burns and late nights and early mornings. all the coffe i drank. all the inventories i did. all the ordering i did. "oui chef" and "non chef". beers after work, just to get buzzed and make sleep easier. checking the orders in the morning. starting stock. leaving a cigarertte and sunglasses on a fish head inteh walk in to freak out my friend jeff. his angry phone call was hilarious. the pastry chef i had who was from fargo, ND. yeah fargo. the time the stock burner valve broke and flame shot out 2 feet continuously. smoking cigarettes between the holiday rushes and services. right out side the backdoor, watching people in the parking lot(huge one, next to a mall) scurry about. we made fun of everyone, mostly cus our day started with theirs and ended after theirs did. fucking long ass hours. sundays off, cus the restaurant was closed. cooking big meals at a friends house on sunday after getting way fucked up on sat night. playing soccer with the mexicans, the chileans, the hondurans, the argentines(argentineans?), the euros. good times.
and now. i am a soldier. long hours, not so much cooking. and almost no good food, ever. EVER. i have to go out, or cook it myself. i talk to 2 friends from those times. 2 chef friends that is. and i talk to jennie. teh one that got awy so to speak. and now, now i ride in hmmwvs and shoot people for a living. drastic change. change that i am very okay with. i'm studying to fly helicopters, if that doesnt work maybe i become an officer, or just stay a scout. then the girlfriend, i love her to death, went and joined the marines. partly out of boredom with college, partly out of getting away from louisiana, partly to piss her dad off. wrench in the works. wrench in the plans. chink in the armor. tear in the eye. thorn in the side. source of pride. overbearing sense of wanting to shelter and protect. emptiness. solitude. aching and longing. confusion.
the military is a world i chose, knowing danger and what not would be the underrlying theme of the job i chose. didnt expect to deal with the girl i love possibly deploying when she gets done with training. it's bad enough that i was supposed to deploy numerous times, and yet here i am. in the states. not doing what i train to do. now if i get the oppurtuninty, i have to think about leaving her here. or her leaving me here. karma...
and now. i am a soldier. long hours, not so much cooking. and almost no good food, ever. EVER. i have to go out, or cook it myself. i talk to 2 friends from those times. 2 chef friends that is. and i talk to jennie. teh one that got awy so to speak. and now, now i ride in hmmwvs and shoot people for a living. drastic change. change that i am very okay with. i'm studying to fly helicopters, if that doesnt work maybe i become an officer, or just stay a scout. then the girlfriend, i love her to death, went and joined the marines. partly out of boredom with college, partly out of getting away from louisiana, partly to piss her dad off. wrench in the works. wrench in the plans. chink in the armor. tear in the eye. thorn in the side. source of pride. overbearing sense of wanting to shelter and protect. emptiness. solitude. aching and longing. confusion.
the military is a world i chose, knowing danger and what not would be the underrlying theme of the job i chose. didnt expect to deal with the girl i love possibly deploying when she gets done with training. it's bad enough that i was supposed to deploy numerous times, and yet here i am. in the states. not doing what i train to do. now if i get the oppurtuninty, i have to think about leaving her here. or her leaving me here. karma...
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Basically it's exit 235 off of I75 Coming from the south you make a left it will be on the left across the street from a waffle house Coming north you will make a left then a quick right it's odd how the streets are lined up. They have a TON of good shit there. Tell them I sent you.