Veggies, bread, and getting sick.

I learned a new word, well two new words.

The first is a B and B dish - or bread and butter dish. Used obviously for bread and butter, but also for desserts, appetizers, etc. It's a word that I learned in Culinary at the beginning of the year but forgot until I learned it again today.

The second: Crudite. It's French. Also Culinary is where I learned it. Anyone guess what it could be? No? well, if you insist, then I will tell you! It means raw veggies. Platters of Crudite sounds so sophisticated and expensive, yes? But for anyone who doesn't know what it means, they will just get ripped off. All it is: A platter of raw vegetables. I love French Culinary terms :) They make the simplest things sound fancy and pretty. I mean, if you were at a restaurant and the waiter comes up to you, saying, "Good evening. Would you ladies like to sample a platter of Crudite?" Wouldn't you want to try some?

In class today, I once again for the 2nd time volunteered for Crudite, which to me is a big fat hunk of ugh. I only did it 'cause no one else would and Chef Morris was going to assign jobs if no one volunteered. Taking one for the team, unfortunately. Anyways, it wasn't without benefit. I, unlike the other people - more like annoying butt heads - in my class, got to practice my knife skills, Batonneting carrots for a hundred people.

Oh, and one thing that bums even more than Crudite? Getting sick two days from your b-day. Not good.

Cystic Fibrosis

Nothing better than staying up late working on my Biology midterm. - A poster board for Cystic Fibrosis. (No sarcasm intended)

Learning about this disease is so fascinating, I could stay up forever and work on my project. Too bad I don't have any glue sticks to stick things on, I'll have to do that tomorrow when I have the chance to buy some from the store.

Perfection.

You know that saying that goes "Practice makes perfect"? Well, I don't like that saying because nothing is ultimately perfect, especially when it comes to my ability to cut perfect straight lines and angles in Culinary. My hand must be a tad bit mentally off because my Juliennes need a ton of work. And I mean A LOT. Chef D seemed to think so too because when I asked her for help she replied with a "oh yeah you do." She then proceeded to throw my cuttings in the trash bucket and made me tart over, which I didn't object to at all because they were indeed utter failures for Juliennes. In fact, I remember myself laughing when she threw it out, not in the least offended. I mean, I'd rather have a teacher like her that will let me know straight up if something I do is wrong instead of a teacher who sugar coats my mistakes.

Since I'm left handed Chef D thought that Chef Morris would be better at helping me, and she did. By the end I got a "not too shabby." But still, I've been practicing at home and it wasn't pretty....

Hm, school. I was so nervous before. And now? Piece of cake! Lmao, but there's this Chinese proverb that says whatever is good in life may turn out to be bad....

Anyways! I joined two clubs. Ice sculpting and hero, even though I really don't understand what hero is.....but it's the effort of joining that counts, right?

Culinary is awesome! Did my first catering today. One word: magnificent....and then it ended when I had to take my exam. That exam in Culinary determines whether or not I'll be able to cook in the next few weeks....I hope I passed it!

On the plus side? It's the weekend, and I learned how to fan strawberries. Thank you Chef. D. =]

Jitters.

Ah! School's starting and I'm barely ready for it! I wish I could start in....a million years.


*sigh*

I'm going to East Side High, for the Culinary program. Which is awesome....the only problem is that they messed up my schedule. I took Alg 1 Honors last year in 8th grade, completed the high school course with all "A's" and then they go and tell me that I'm taking Alg. 1 for 1/2 a semester and then switching over to Geometry. So I was like, that's crazy! And it was even worse when we went to the front office and explained it to the lady and she said, "Oh Lord. I'll be right back, I have to ask someone about this."

So I was freaking out. I knew it would be hard to switch my schedule to where I take geometry because all the freshman have 80 min. periods and the rest of the school doesn't so if I took a class with a 50 min. period everything would be messed up. Confusing, right?


Anyways, the lady called us back and asked my mom if I could be in I.B. - This extremely smart academic program. Ever heard of it? I guess they really wanted me because I remember getting an offer to do it in the mail once and now they were pulling strings to let me do Culinary and I.B., Which isn't allowed under normal circumstances because you aren't allowed to take both magnet programs at the same time. We accepted the offer, I mean how could I say no? It's a great opportunity. And I get to take French. =] Plus in my book.


Now I'm only scared because I don't even know who my teachers are, let alone how I'm going to find my classes on Monday. Good lord this is frightening. And I'm scared I won't be able to keep up my straight "A's". Now I am tremulous..... and sad.