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Monday, January 10, 2005
Oh, god of the posts, let them flow freely through my fingers and land gracefully and fully armed in the chaos and beauty that is the Internet. Just kidding, I don't really worship here. I had a really shitty day. Actually, it wasn't the day that was so shitty, as much as the ending of my work day, when I found myself second-guessed by one of the people who is my immediate superior on the hierarchy of my workplace. I will not use the term 'boss.' I didn't agree with everything he did, but the fact that he did it and then went to the person with the store manager title, knowing he will tell him that I was failing, sent me into a nervous fit so bad that I almost drank. I love to drink, don't get me wrong, but I never do it when I'm really, really upset. So instead, I cooked. I made scampi fra diavolo, a tremendously good shrimp dish with hot peppers, an onion-and-tomato marinara sauce, and white wine, that takes three pots and an hour to fix. I had planned on doing it on Sunday, so all of the ingredients were there already (we ate bologna and cheese sandwiches Sunday, woohoo) . Scampi fra diavolo is one of the first dishes I ever learned to cook in a restaurant, when I was an assistant chef. I love it, and I haven't made it in a while. It was perfect. I had some fresh basil to put in the marinara, and some fresh serrano peppers for the shrimp. Plus, I had my brand-new set of pots that we bought this weekend. I whipped up some rice and viola, I had a great meal, and enough time for some of the edge to wear off. If I were younger, I would definately go into the personal chef business. If these guys at work don't let up on me soon, I may not have a choice. Oh, well, the stress level will drop. Gotta go! 24 is coming on!
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