Thursday, January 29, 2009

It's a Miracle!

Lo and behold but what did my little eyes see today? People washing dishes. Specific people (look very carefully at the photo). I couldn't believe it, I didn't have to say anything, yell or even give evil stares. I just didn't do their dishes. I let them sit there, for hours. You know it was killing me to look at them but I didn't give in. Who said you can't teach an old dog new tricks. Now, let's see what happens tomorrow when our bread-baking is a little more intense! stay tuned for the ongoing saga.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

My First Cakes

Here are the cakes that started it all. The first is a wedding cake for my friends Nick and Steph. 3 days of baking, 4 layers of peanut butter and chocolate or vanilla and raspberry cream cheese.


The next was my entry in to one of my favorite things - the Minnesota State Fair. No ribbon but look out next year.


My godson Ryan wanted a garbage truck theme for his 2nd birthday. My goal was to create a three-dimensional garbage truck complete with minnesota plates and BFI cans.


Last but not least was a birthday cake for my friend Katie - someone who loves hockey as much as I do. This stanley cup pays homage to her firefighting and Edina State Championships. The top part is styrofoam and gum paste so she could keep it. Only the bottom was edible cake. Next year I'll figure out how to make it gluten-free.

Week 1 & 2

It's been two weeks so far and I'm tired, sore but really loving it. This old body can't do what it used to do. Every Saturday I feel like I've just set-up and worked a trade show (didn't I leave that life behind?) without getting the frequent flier miles. But it's worth it. It's a whole new way for me to create and learn which I love. And gracy-pants is loving daily class projects we get to take home (but her blood sugar is suffering). 

I've also found out that my disdain for stupid people is alive and well. My typing is getting angrier and angrier (and louder and louder) as I write this. I didn't want to be the fun-wrecker but I'm not wasting my time doing other peoples dishes while they stand around. I will not be saddled with another "sandy the squirrel" who can't do anything! I'm too old for that. They will learn quickly that I do not deal with laziness, incompetence or stupidity affecting my daily life. If they can't move as fast as me then they need to watch and learn--Kathy Lee is in the house. They should they be scared and better get their buts back to the sinks on Thursday and wash some dishes.



Here are some of my classmates... I won't point out the non-dishwashers, yet.

The Journey Begins

My mom thinks I'm crazy going to culinary school, after all who does that at my age? But she's never understood me or the things I love. This isn't the first time I've her heard call me crazy--I say consider the source. So here I am, almost 40 taking 100 level classes in culinary school--and loving it. This is my journey from former creative director to pastry chef and all the fun in-between.