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I got this great chef book "The Professional Chef" by the CIA (Culinary Institute of America) for Christmas. It's pretty amazing. It is really designed as a textbook for professional chefs. It's been pretty amazing so far. We made delicious corn chowder using their recipe. We did have to cut it down a bit b/c the recipe is designed to make a gallon of soup and therefore uses ridiculous amounts of stock, cream, and milk. It also has salt pork - we just substituted bacon. Delicious.
We also made jew bread - challah. My little brother and I pronounce the CH just to annoy my mom. Everytime she corrects us and tells us that it starts with an H sound. So we just pronounce it like we grew up in the midwest and say the CH - she just laughs and shakes her head.
We really have nothing to do here. It's a bit of a joke how little we have to do.
Home is aweful for other reasons as well. Namely having to hang out at home around my father who tries to make everyone else's life miserable. Instead of trying to get everyone to participate in what he wants to do - like watch TV - he'll turn on something that is the most interesting to him and no one else. None of us are interested in it - so we go retreat to other parts of the house. Then because no one is doing the same thing he is doing he wanders around to find us and just hang around until it becomes really uncomfortable. Anyone else would put something on TV that everyone in the house enjoys so that more people would come watch and join them.
Or he likes to do something - like play guitar - really really really badly. He's tone def. Doesn't know how to read music, and doesn't know how to play a whole song of anything. Then when he plays in his room - and we all go to the far corners of the house so that we don't have to hear that cat screaching - he decides it would be a good idea to bring the guitar and amp out so that we could sit right next to him while he plays. I don't think he quite understands that playing an instrument is a solo career. As is watching the military channel in a house full of democrats.
Knowing that I hate hate hate motorcycles - and have never wanted to participate in it. He has quit asking my mom to go out on rides with him. So instead, he asks me. Then gives me the generous off of - I'll let you wear the helment. Ummm isn't this the same guy that put the bike down a few months ago. Shouldn't there be helments for both of us if we are going on a ride? And oh by the way it's not really safe to drive around with someone who isn't really safe b/c he gets super angry at everyone else and can't drive as shown by his tendency to fall off the bike.
Zomgs it's aweful. I'm totally ready to go back to my normal life now.
We also made jew bread - challah. My little brother and I pronounce the CH just to annoy my mom. Everytime she corrects us and tells us that it starts with an H sound. So we just pronounce it like we grew up in the midwest and say the CH - she just laughs and shakes her head.
We really have nothing to do here. It's a bit of a joke how little we have to do.
Home is aweful for other reasons as well. Namely having to hang out at home around my father who tries to make everyone else's life miserable. Instead of trying to get everyone to participate in what he wants to do - like watch TV - he'll turn on something that is the most interesting to him and no one else. None of us are interested in it - so we go retreat to other parts of the house. Then because no one is doing the same thing he is doing he wanders around to find us and just hang around until it becomes really uncomfortable. Anyone else would put something on TV that everyone in the house enjoys so that more people would come watch and join them.
Or he likes to do something - like play guitar - really really really badly. He's tone def. Doesn't know how to read music, and doesn't know how to play a whole song of anything. Then when he plays in his room - and we all go to the far corners of the house so that we don't have to hear that cat screaching - he decides it would be a good idea to bring the guitar and amp out so that we could sit right next to him while he plays. I don't think he quite understands that playing an instrument is a solo career. As is watching the military channel in a house full of democrats.
Knowing that I hate hate hate motorcycles - and have never wanted to participate in it. He has quit asking my mom to go out on rides with him. So instead, he asks me. Then gives me the generous off of - I'll let you wear the helment. Ummm isn't this the same guy that put the bike down a few months ago. Shouldn't there be helments for both of us if we are going on a ride? And oh by the way it's not really safe to drive around with someone who isn't really safe b/c he gets super angry at everyone else and can't drive as shown by his tendency to fall off the bike.
Zomgs it's aweful. I'm totally ready to go back to my normal life now.
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