Nott What You'd Expected...

Rachel Ray is a Dirty Whore

Here goes- a much delayed, perhaps unwarrented but otherwise productive blog entry detailing the boring happenings of the past week....

Monday?
I earned my chef's whites.... for those outside of the Kitchen Stadium lingo, who don't tivo Food Network, or who don't have a glossy black and white picture of Emeril in their dorm room, I'm referring to the ultra-hip and actually quite slimming white chef's jacket (double buttons, rubber actually) that chefs don while cooking.

Maybe my cooking isn't up to par with say, Mario Batali, Cat Cora, Elton Brown, or even (shudder) Rachel Ray, but I've got a white chef's jacket, which is more than be said for the Italian bombshell with the huge forehead, or the Barefoot Contessa.....(so pretentious sometimes)
While I didn't slice my finger off, I did manage to get sick... or sicker than the weekend, and having to read Wuthering Heights didn't make it any better. As with Jane Austen, a great sedative. Bronte is much more interesting (9 deaths in the first 130 pages) but still not the FightClubesque action I'm looking for in a novel. My future English 10 students will be treated to a very unconventional education to be sure.

Tuesday, boring. More reading, no work as Gary (my Droopy-looking boss) came down with pneumonia, and I took a much deserved 3 hour nap instead of reading or doing other homework.

Gramps and Grandma are taking the final step in their transatlantic journey, and our emails have been fired back and forth in a torrid pace over the past few days. Grandpa gave up on the ALL CAPS approach, and settled for an otherwise confused attempt to answer my equally confusing questions and requests.

I'm looking forward to having family in Notts, being able to show people the day to day aspects of my life in a way that can't be expressed with pictures or overly depressing blog entries. As much as my bloated and critical writing exposes some of the raw feelings i've had here, nothing beats actually being here for getting a taste of Nottingham.

With Valentine's Day in full swing, and the unloved members of the flat pondering a Wine Wednesday and Movie Night collision, I'm off to bigger? and better? things. Namely, cheap drinks and more Bronte.

And now, your Moment of Zen...

posted by Kevin @ 8:51 PM