Buy Me A Drink!!

This week is OVER! What a ton of work we did. We busted our butts all week to make platters of food today for the Friday Buffet in our Careme Dining room. Phil and I made a brickload of Chicken Sausages, Smoked Racks of Lamb, a grilled rack of lamb, a Chicken Liver Terrine and a gallantine of Poussin (small chicken). In addition we had to make accompanying sauces for each and salads, salad dressings and then personalize them with our own garnishes and plating ideas. Then we had to make two cold soups; a Gazpacho and a Vichyssoise (potato/leek soup).

The little shot glass is filled with Gazpacho. The only thing I personally liked out of what we made was the Lamb. I'm not one who cares much for the "force meats" categories.

I'm relived the week is over and my poor feet have 2 days to regain circulation before we begin again in a new food group. Phil and I were in the Meat Group this week. Next week we'll either have Seafood or Charcuterie (sausages, headcheese and such). I don't know how my feet will survive this class. When I got home today I just wanted to put them in the microwave and blow them up. Couldn't hurt any more than they did.

I left class so late yesterday working to get everything set up for today that I missed the shuttle bus to take me back to the barracks so I had to catch the real town bus. I was chatting with some friends when the bus came so I made a dash for it, jumped on and sat down for the ride. After a short while I noticed that the driver was taking a different route... oh wait, I must have got on the WRONG BUS! After a nice cheap tour of the streets of San Fran I got off the damn bus at 1st and Market which is by the Embarcadero (where the ships dock). I had a nice long walk back. I got provisions, read: diet pepsi and chicken soup (shoulda got two cups o'soup - one for each foot) and just kept walking until I finally got through the Tenderloin District (they should rename it Tenderfoot District), the Civic Center and then to my little merchant seaman quarters at the Oasis Inn.

Then it was rise and shine this AM at 5:30 to do it all over again. My feet were still mad at me for my bussing blunder and screamed at me all day. So, do I take one Vicodin or one for each foot Doc? Seriously. Ow.