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03/27/2002 Entry: ""
Ooof. I am taking the week off. It started by accident, I forgot my chefpants the other day...and I suddenly decided to take a week off and think, and work on things at home.
I had some friends over for dinner the other night. I decided that they would need to have dessert in chocolate bowls. So I melted some nice white and dark chocolate, and took them off the burners to let them cool. I dipped balloons in them, which I then planned to freeze quickly, then let the air out and remove the balloons. Voila, chocolate bowls. I put on an old shirt and my chefpants just in case. I needed four bowls, I blew up six balloons.
Should you ever try this at home:
Take the chocolate out of the double boiler. Even if the chocolate is cooled, the bottom of the double boiler may still be warm. POP! Chocolate everywhere. All over the stove, all over me, in my hair, on my pants, on the burners, on the wall behind the stove....
Also, when putting the balloons in the fridge, take care to clear a huge space for them, and don't brush them against something already very cold. POP! The still as of yet not solidified chocolate was all over the inside of the freezer, on the things already in the there, the ice trays...and of course, more in my hair, more on me, and some on the floor I had just mopped. Ooooooooh, the shame.
Two balloons popped, but I managed the other four, dipping in dark chocolate then drizzling with white, putting in the fridge for ten minutes, then removing the balloon. Everyone ate their bowls!
One of the hardest things for me right now is mastering a very, very important process: opening a beer bottle with kitchen tongs. Yes, it's the high brow, neccesary things that I'm after, can't you tell. Tongs are useful for dozens of things, in fact I have a whole entry about tongs that I am saving for use at a later date. All of the guys are so smooth with the beer though. A deft twist with the arm of the tong and easy as pie the cap flies off with all grace of a cold brew at a ballgame. I look like a runt. I know strength is not the issue, it's all style, and I guess I'm getting better. After looking like a weakling a few times, trying to get the top off a bottle of fizzy water, I had four of them in there trying to show me how to hold the bottle down, and where to press with my hand. See? They know, it's the important things that I really have to learn, and that is obviously a very desirable skill.
After multiple attempts of straining, I can manage now to pop off a bottle cap with very little bravado, or air time. But it's a start.
Siro admitted to me the other day that the first few days I was there, he thought I was a lesbian. I'm not sure where he got the idea, because I want to be in a man's world? It's not the lack of makeup, that's just restaurant policy, nothing that can get into food, be it a scent or a colored fingernail. My real job isn't exactly "female" either, and when I told him I had a guy, he seemed so shocked that the guy would allow me to come work nights surrounded by all these other men. Maybe I would only do that if they posed no relationship threat to me? I have no idea. He seemed a little sheepish about it, so I didn't prod him too much, other than the few things I just mentioned. He sort of nodded at all of them, so I didn't gain much insight. I'm definitlely more allowed in on jokes now. My next entry, I hope will be about the giant carrot penis someone crafted last week. It made for several interesting visuals, and way too much info about Lucas' privates.
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