epicurianlife

I am suddenly feeling very southern.

I had the urge for some down south comfort food, so decided to make a project of it. I smoked a pork shoulder and have it braising in the oven with some chicken stock, apple juice, apple cide vinegar, and some vegetables.

12 hour cooking time!

Tomorrow morning I can start the collards greens, some candied beets, corn bread,...
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I'm starting to plan my growing for the year. Tomorrow I'm going to plot out some spots around the house and hunt for some good planters. I'll start some plants indoors and work on getting railroad ties for two locations outside. I also need to look into chicken wire and building small enclosures with doors.

Mucho squirrels out here. I am actually in luck because...
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You shouldn't talk about cum shots at work.


No wait-- you shouldn't talk about cum shots at work, so loudly.

I didn't even start the conversation, ya know? It was started by a female bartender. It's not as though, out of no where, I just said, "Hey! I'd totally cum on your face!"

Someone was talking about blowjobs, and she said, "If I was a...
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Interesting day. Slow, but interesting.

I finally got to try out a new hire, which worked out fairly well. It is hard to get people who can hack it at a high volume restaurant. A culinary school student came in today to work and seemed to do alright. If she can stick with it, she will be the first female I have worked with in...
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What do you do when someone says, "no thank you, I can't have a car bomb?"


Drink another car bomb.

duh.



13 hours in the kitchen for Friday.

Weather should be nice, Busy, busy. Ouch.

I am getting a new employee tomorrow to try out. Tonight I'll be drinking. I need to be disgruntled and likewise agitated tomorrow to keep my angry kitchen reputation alive. It has suffered greatly during the winter, as we have been doing much less business, so I've had a chance to relax. Spring is coming, not far from crunch time.

I need to think of...
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February is a special time for the restaurants in upstate New York, when servers skulk through the dining room with empty pockets and bartenders migrate back and forth between the bar and kitchen, desperately looking for someone to talk to.

Meanwhile, we were busy in the kitchen, visioucly assaulting each other with promotional, rubber, Absolute Vodka bar mats. It is surprising how much a pound...
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