Cookin with Gas

Being a slave to an all you can eat Buffet for 30 days is quite a challenge, besides trying to find something healthy to eat when as far as the eye can see "is belly fat, and chubby thighs"-you also have the same choice's all day everyday. So when I arrived home, I dove right back into my love of creative cooking. Now I usually take a look as some recipes, and go from there but for the past two nights I flew by the seat of my respective American eagle jeans and dove right in.

Last night I tried my hand at fish taco's. Ok, yes I get how to some of you the fact I made fish taco's is quite amusing, but you would stop laughing the moment you actually tasted them.

Next time I will do a few things different... but here is the list from last night.

Four (4) pacific cod fillets dusted with the following; garlic powder, sea salt and fresh ground pepper, paprika and chili powder. Pan fried in a little bit of evoo and lime juice-cooked till a crust formed on both sides, and chopped up for taco filler.

For toppings: Both green and red cabbage (damn Von's for not carrying Napa cabbage-but I use what I can find)

Pico De Gallo

Avocado, chopped

A sour cream sauce that was divine- this is where I leave you hanging with the ingredients. What I will tell you was the base- Adobo.

Cilantro

Corn

and DAMN WERE THEY GOOD!!!

Now, the night before I made Turkey Curry. I have never made a curry sauce before and I will look harder next time for a good curry power to use but overall it was great.

Turkey Medallions, green beans, garbonzo beans, and cauliflower in a yellow curry over brown rice. I will make it for you next time you come over :)

Random Conversation and Weird People

January 17, 2007 - Wednesday

Random conversation and weird people So, since I have nothing to do here at work (at the moment) I've decided to blog to take up some time. I take smoke breaks every two hours; there is this really strange guy who works on my floor. I don't know his name, and I can't place his accent, but he always ends up outside during my me times. My "me" times can be described in two words...smoking alone. This guy obviously has no idea that I want my me times, that I treasure my me times, that at work-smoking is a solitary thing. No, he insists on having a conversation when all I want to do a stare off into nothingness and puff away. He asks questions, he tells me random facts about nothing at all, and acts as if we have a nicotine connection. I do nothing to encourage this man...I avoid eye contact, answer in short bursts and tend to put my cig out before I'm even done with it...because he makes me that uncomfortable. Today he told me that I should be working from home since my bosses are out, and he went on an on about the differences between ...New York, LA, and San Francisco. Normally this discussion would have been a pleasure to have- with someone other than him. This man is by no means better than the homeless guy I pass everyday on my way to pick up lunch BUT- at least the homeless guy makes comments about my tits, and asks nothing of me but a smile. Which I give-if I think the tit comment is especially inventive. I might have to start taking the long route outside and smoke in a different spot from now on...damn you weird accent guy

The Mystery Revealed, Originally Posted January 2007

January 16, 2007 - Tuesday

I'd like to lodge a complaint! Category: Jobs, Work, Careers Even though I am a busy bee today... on the fast track to quick like bunny. I would like to lodge a complaint. I share my office floor with 4 other MEN, now the only other woman is my line producer who happens to not be here today. There are two other floors in this building that house maybe a total of 4 women. So ladies-why do you insist on taking shit's in the 2nd floor womens bathroom. Now, I really wouldn't mind so much...but come on...I've purchased lysol, citrus spray, there is even a toilet brush, and pretty smelling handsoap. USE them!!! I bought them for you, I don't crap at work....it's mixing two things I don't care for. Working and shit! So I guess the moral of this story is...don't poo on my turf, poo on your own. January 25, 2007 - Thursday Mystery Revealed Ok...alright. I've figured it out. So...MY OFFICE BATHROOM It isn't girls....apparently the guys use the girls bathroom....mother fuckers. Why? Why would you do that....there are TWO for a reason. I think I might just take the guys bathroom...put a Jessica sign up there over the man with the pants. Because, I'm tired of smelling your shit. Really, it makes me gag- and hold my nose. I'm too old to hold my nose...if I have to go so far as to put a sign up then I will. Because damn yo' ass stink. Eat some bran and shit at home....jeez

Dumb Things I do when drunk, originally posted 9/9/06

September 9, 2006 - Saturday

Dumb things I do when drunk First off I did not get home until 6:45 am. And I am up now because I can't sleep anymore, but I'm fucking exhausted. My cab driver loves me, he wants to take me out and get to know me personally. He thinks I'm beautiful, and have a great smile. He wants to hold me....He kept asking...."what are you doing to me?" If I heard "I feel so happy, so happy, right now, I would take you any where, I would take you to the moon" One more time, I would have thrown up. Apparently I have an amazing capacity to love and it show's all over my face, I am intelligent, and friendly and lovely.This is all well and good, but Sir you have an obviously very drunk and very tired girl in your cab, who only wants to go home and go to sleep, and you are scaring her. Besides the fact that it took a full hour for me to get home in a cab because this jerk off went 20 miles per hour and took me on a residential tour of queens, I was pretty positive I was going to get raped, possibly killed. I told him to just take me home, and he said he didn't want to because our time together would be over. Why can't I inspire this kind of attention in people I'm actually attracted to? Wait, maybe I don't want to do that...one stalker is is one too many for me. So the moral of this story is never smile at cab drivers. However, I didn't have to pay for the cab home.. I narrowly missed getting raped, and I have a cabby who loves me. Everything is ok with the world.

A realization, originally posted 2.1.07

February 1, 2007 - Thursday

A REALizATION Alrighty, I have been a member of the workforce since I was 13. Yes- years in between now and then I was not employed- but it was at 13 that I held my first job as Kindergarten TA for the Sunday school class at my synagogue. At 13 I didn't mind pouring juice and wiping snot for the tot's, I liked creating art projects and getting a healthy yummy snack ready for the little nuggets. I tend to refer to children under the age of 6 by small food items and pop able candy- like goobers, and raisenetts (blame it on my father). A few years went by, and after my move at 15 years old from the west to the east coast, I started working at the Greater Hartford JCC as an after school care provider- K-5. Now, this was a little more challenging- homework- cranky kids after school- this one Six year old who always smelled like shit (and I mean shit, literally he smelled like poo- ok enough of that). I did that for a while, worked for my father for a summer in his office- mostly stuffing envelopes and making drops of legal papers and other crap. I worked retail at Pottery Barn- so I learned how to BS customers into thinking I knew what I was talking about- I mean who really needs to know the entire Pottery Barn lighting department? I also became the fastest on returns at the register in PBWestfarms history. After I graduated I started working as a cater waiter and bartender for Café Louise out of New Britain, CT. I continued to work for her during my winter and summer breaks- this was awesome- great tips and usually a bottle or two of wine from the host if they liked my shining personality and winning smile. I tried to work during the year, but not only did I have little patience for the Pottery Barn manger who was a TOWERING 6 foot 2 Asian man that yelled at me for no reason, but I had little time. With all my rehearsals and reading, class work- and oh yeah DRINKING- I just couldn't cut it- plus- the asshole pottery barn manager- just proved to me (maybe the first in a long line of firsts) that you can never go back again. This is where it all began- seriously- this is where my negative feeling towards authority figures and bosses made a wrong turn. When I graduated (on time) from college- I began looking for jobs- it took me 6 months to find a waitressing job at a local family owned pizza parlor. I began to laugh when I just wrote that- forgive me. I got this job through my best friend and roommate at the time Donna, after I went through training and learned the pyramid of authority at the Restaurant, things began to get more difficult. I was constantly berated by the owners and managers (owner's sons) for mistakes made by the kitchen and the elderly patrons who frequented the establishment. Not that I didn't make mistakes on my own- they happen- but this constitutes being a little out of control. I got hit on by members of the mob (well, I can't say that for sure but-you know- it was Queens New York) and after two years it became unbearable. So I gave two weeks notice and left after one. I began another job search while working part time for the Manhattan JCC as an after school care provider (again)- no issues there. Just kids with control issues, ADD, attitude and money (truly a winning combo- I dare say) and part time with Restaurant Associates- a large catering corporation where they referred to you by number. I finally landed a job as a receptionist with a small boutique real estate firm for shit money and no perks. They paid me under the table, I worked 8:30 am to 6:00 pm rarely if ever took a lunch break, and dealt with a President/Vice President-Husband/Wife team. I worked, I hated being told what to do, but I did have fun most of the time- miscommunication- no clarity in the position, and agents who never worked the right way made it difficult. I moved up the ladder quickly, from reception to office assistant/personal assistant- to Office Administer in about a year. They expanded had two offices- and I was there for all of it. I grew with the company- I cared about the people. I made a wonderful group of friends- BUT I hated my job. I decided to move…cross country. They were sad to see me go, threw me going away parties, and gave me an amazing farewell. I arrived back on the west coast after about 11 years- ready to make a change. I did- from Real Estate to film production. Yet still, everyday-realizing that as a rule, I don't really like being told what to do. So, as I sit here- at my new(ish) job. I think, what am I going to do when I grow up?