I’ve been busily not doing anything, so I thought I’d share two photos of ingestibles I consider most appropriate to welcome the summer.
Since mint is the rapidly becoming the Ultimate Ruler of the Herb Box, I figured it was time to break out the rum and shake up some mojitos while barbecuing. I am especially excited about drinks these days ever since I dropped $12 for four stainless steel straws in Vancouver’s Chinatown. Sidenote: Ming Wo is perhaps the best kitchen store in the universe, and if could live inside it forever I would.
And then there’s avocado… mmmmmm. There’s a reason I got one tattooed in the middle of my arm (consequently I can’t believe how often people say, “IS THAT AN AVOCADO ON YOUR ARM!?” Well, duh).
This is the best looking avocado I’ve opened in a long time, and I was so excited to eat A WHOLE CRAP TON of it. Especially with a bunch of Hempler’s bacon and green onion and basil from the herb box.
In other news, I quit my bar job to go back to the kitchen full time. When I started working 3 days and 3 nights per week, a couple different people asked me “how long can you burn the candle on both ends?” Well, turns out it was just about 6 months exactly (plus a couple weeks). Entering the nightlife industry, I optimistically thought I could get by on little sleep and little time off… I’m 24 and energetic and strong! No problem! I thought the machismo energy that ran rampant in the kitchen would translate into bar employment with little effort. As the months ran on though, every day felt simultaneously twice as long and twice as short. I felt I was living in double time because I never got to adjust to a schedule. I’d work three days in the early morning, socializing and getting errands done in the afternoons, then stay up extra late, spend a whole day doing whatever struck me, then switch into three night shifts in a row. I never knew which day it was, or how I was supposed to get anything done that I actually wanted to do. My time was totally consumed with working and laundry lists of necessary activities. Besides the hours…well, I’m just not cut out for it. I’m far too sensitive. I want to see the best in everyone, and instead found myself consistently cursing the entirety of humanity after frustrating nights. So back to the clutches of early morning over the flat top. Honestly it sounds like a dream at this point. So seriously– TIP YOUR BARTENDER. They are badasses and I can’t figure out how they keep it up. I only lasted 6 months, any longer and I’d need therapy.
This week I’m going to raft the Grand Canyon with my family, so everything I eat will likely be covered in Tapatio (when the informational packet describes “food that everyone will find palatable,” I take precautions). I’ll be back in full swing in two weeks. Happy June, eaters!