ChezLiz

Ah, well...

2005-11-03T00:42:00.000-06:00

For all three of you who read this blog, or even check it from eon to eon to see if I've rediscovered interest in it, hello! I've neglected this thing for, oh, five months now? Well, fortunately, its MY blog, darnit, and I'll make a post whenever I feel like it.

I'm in Colorado Springs now, completing my culiary externship at the Broadmoor hotel. Pretty kickass experience, but I'm feeling the yearning for Texas men and food daily. We'll see what happens.

Vida Loca

2005-06-01T10:53:00.000-05:00

Obviously, I haven't been sitting in front of the laptop a whole lot lately...

The six week vacation of one class, two days a week, ended last Monday. I'm in Baking and Pastry now, so its back to the 12-5 schedule. I'm also taking 3 hours of regular Summer School on top of that, plus still caring for my grandmother. My weekends have become precious and distant!

Baking is zen. Its keeping me sane through a crazy-ass summer. So happy.

Ok, perpetual motion resuming....NOW!

And its settled...

2005-05-13T08:40:00.000-05:00

Matt Johnson moves to San Antonio July 1.

Sweet.

where are you, sunshine?

2005-05-07T13:26:00.000-05:00

I'm sitting in my apartment, bathing suit on, towel by the door. A blanket olouds is hiding the sun. Sad.

On the brighter side (if you'll pardon the pun), I'm 100 pages in to a new book, I have a comfy couch, and a dog who favors snuggling in to most any other activity. Saturdays are the best.

funny puppy

2005-05-03T08:19:00.000-05:00

She knows I'm sad. She's been following me around for the past 24 hours, even more than usual. Most of the time, she's really just interested when I'm walking in (or out) of the door, in the kitchen, or getting her doggie food. Last night, she tucked herself so tightly next to me under the covers that I almost wanted to schooch her away a bit...but didn't. This morning, she was on my heels as I stripped the sheets off my bed, standing outside my shower door, and is currently sitting on my feet beneath my computer desk. She's not overly doting, mind you, she's just close. I guess this is what dog people say is them detecting how you feel? Is it sad that I love this dog so much?

2005-04-30T11:14:00.000-05:00

South Park Chef Liz

Yiiiiiiiiiiiiii

2005-04-26T17:25:00.000-05:00

One step closer to Texas Monthly.

HOORAY!

How cool would it be to get PAID to WRITE about FOOD? Gah.

So happy.

Fiesta...cut short

2005-04-24T09:58:00.000-05:00

Bob's dad died on Thursday night, so I was called back to town for Saturday night Grandmommy duty. I know, rationally, that this couldn't be helped, and I needed to do it, but it was FIESTA weekend. We had a HOTEL downtown. One day was simply not enough, and coming back to this apartment was not top on my list of things to do yesterday. Although my grandmother assured me that I was still "off", she managed to wake me at 5:30 to make her coffee, 9:15 to make breakfast, and 10 to run her a bath. HELLO? Argh, old people have absolutely NO concept of how self-centered they can be.

I cannot WAIT until July 30. She moves in with my mom for good and I am FREE.

Still job huntin'...got a pretty decent "trial" gig with a caterer in town- I'm going to do chef prep for a couple of events (paid, thank goodness) and see how I'd like externing from there. Although that's going to be cool, my eyes are set on a certain state-wide Monthly magazine internship with the food editor...keep your fingers crossed.

Ok, 10:03 am. Its sunny out...time to harass Mr. Matthew until he agrees to come play with me. hehehe....

Happy Sunday!

nerdy domination approaching

2005-04-21T11:00:00.000-05:00

This guy bought rites to websites named after different papal cantidates. Turned out, one was right. Google his name to read about his interview on the Today Show.

I think he's sold

2005-04-17T19:13:00.000-05:00

After a weekend of NONstop entertainment, I feel fairly certain that Matt will be moving here, granted Sherwin Williams can relocate him here. I have yet to determine how I feel about this, but I'm sure I'm happy about it.

Last night was great. Great friends, good food, significant booze consumption. MJ hit his stride about 7pm, and we all laughed until we cried. My abs are sore today from laughing so hard. That's one of the best feelings in the world!

Funniest scenario of the weekend:

(At Guerro's, getting drinks at the bar):

Bartender: Dude, you got some sun. Did ya'll go to the Marley Fest today?
MJ: Well, we were going to go, but we got too high and couldn't. (we didn't.)
Bartender: (Shakes head.) Whatever, dude. (Walks off)

Kirsten, Slade and I ERUPted. I guess you kinda had to be there. Freaking hilarious.

Aw hell...

2005-04-14T14:14:00.000-05:00

The infamous Matt Johnson is scheduled to arrive at Austin Bergstrom Airport in less than 8 hours. And he's staying until Sunday. This will be interesting. See, last time Matt came to visit me, I was weeping over a breakup. This time, the roles are reversed, plus he wants to move here from Charlotte. Evidently, I'm his personal Austin Salesman, in charge of convincing him to move here. Um, yeah.

So I bought beer. I bought chips and salsa. Hell, I even bought cheese to make the kid queso. This is going to be amusing.

Slightly bored

2005-04-12T18:13:00.000-05:00

With only one class for six weeks, and only Monday, Tuesday, and alternate Wednesdays for two hours, "busy" would not be a term I'd apply towards my status at the moment. This situation has caused my brain to go into complete throw-back mode, since last week was blazing saddles from Monday through Saturday. It feels like College. Weird.

Cost Control is about as interesting as it sounds. I'm going to be climbing the walls by the end of the term.

I'm stoked.

2005-04-10T10:55:00.000-05:00

Sacked the A in CA 102. :-)

Pacific Rim

2005-04-08T13:40:00.000-05:00

Click Here to check out our yummy Pacific Rim buffet.

Wow, the childhood obesity rate must really need attention...

2005-04-07T18:49:00.000-05:00

if Cookie Monster is switching to green apples. Evidently, Children's Television Workshop plans for our furry pal to begin recognizing cookies are a "sometimes" food only. I wonder how HE feels about that? Seems to me he's been quite healthy and entertaining munching his chocolate chippers for the length of my lifetime. I sure hope his fur doesn't start getting baggy!

I really wish Cookie Monster wasn't forced to join the low carb craze with the rest of the world...

Practical Day

2005-04-07T09:16:00.000-05:00

2 dishes, up to me to create, save the assigned protiens: chicken and new york strip. I've got a plan and a mis en place index card, so everyone wish me luck!

2005-04-05T18:25:00.000-05:00

I know, I'm obsessed with these pictures of Cardinal. Humor me. How great is this one?

I pity the fool that don't

2005-04-05T06:48:00.000-05:00

Treat their mother right, ya heard?

2005-04-04T10:41:00.000-05:00

How cute is my little pup?

Finals Week

2005-04-04T09:18:00.000-05:00

I can't believe I've been in this class six weeks already. Time flies when you're cookin' protien, I guess! This week is going to be crazy-

Today and tomorrow, we prep for buffet (Pacific Rim theme)
Wednesday, BUFFET!
Thursday: Practical Exam- I'll be preparing two plates, one with chicken and green beans, one with zucchini and New York strip. My boyfriend and grandmother are two very lucky guinea pigs, as I must practice beforehand.
Friday: written exam, then prep for the wine and food festival this weekend. If any of you want to go, I can get discounted tickets!

In the midst of the nuttiness, I still must remain faithful to my workout commitment. This should prove interesting, considering the 7am start time feels like 4 to me with this damn time change.

No time for a case of the Mondays today...Lizzie's gotta get her buns in gizzear!

oh thank GOD

2005-04-01T06:39:00.000-06:00

it's FRIDAY. This week has been slower than Christmas. I'm not sure if its the spring weather, the mounting stress of finals week, or the fact that I'm going home to SA for the weekend that's made it take so long. But here it is! Finally!

After five days of Body for Life, my body is freaking sore. Hopefully this trend will lessen in the weeks to come, because getting up in the middle of the night to stretch my hamstrings is not my idea of a peaceful nights' sleep.

Oh, and yesterday I had to clean out the deep fryer at school. I now have true empathy for all employees of Kentucky Fried Chicken and the like. Sick, dude. Sick. I knew there was a reason I avoided breaded foods in general.

Alright, Weekend...bring it on- have a good one, all.

The Credit Card Prank II

2005-03-29T10:40:00.000-06:00

This amused me on a gray Austin morning. This guy's description of his signature as similar to that of an "epileptic ferret" had me smiling. Check it out, yo.

Monday, Monday

2005-03-28T17:40:00.000-06:00

Whooo, that weekend flew by.

Began Body For Life today. www.bodyforlife.com

I'm skeptical, slightly, but am going to trust a believer and give it a whole-hearted shot.

Today was upper body, and my arms feel like Jell-O. Try articulating puff pastry into towers for scallops when your biceps are contracting. Not good.

But I'm gonna be buffffffffffffff. Grrahhh!

Easter Morning

2005-03-27T09:37:00.000-06:00

Austin August evening,
two years ago
I wept over love lost
determined I had missed my chance,
failed- miserably
attempting the one thing I wanted most.
a computer screen, emotionless
delivered news of harsh truth.

He doesn't love you anymore.

The phrase resounded in my head
pounding, a thousand horses' hooves
reality of solitude,
my own delusions exposed.

Determined to retrieve the lost,
I attempted feats of grandeur
convincing myself of the impossibility
that love- could end so abruptly.

Time established perfect hindsight
a couple too perfect to fail
yet through the looking glass I knew
paradise's stay had been short.

I forgot myself, misplaced my dreams-
the only thing I could grasp:
"he doesn't love you anymore."
So tightly, I held on-
rejecting fresh love others gave,
flowers on my doorstep.

He'll just take it away again.
He couldn't.
Possibly.
Love.
Me.

Finally, I rolled the windows down
And left them there.
Love's exposure
again comfortable-
vulnerable, trusting-
cycle beginning,
Elizabeth whole.

Happy Easter Weekend,

2005-03-26T20:01:00.000-06:00

everyone. I played hooky from school yesterday, and today was the BBQ contest at school. Although it was moved inside due to rain, the grub was still mighty tasty. Tonight looks like another DVD night in...as I have given up alcohol for at least two weeks before beginning the Shape Up mission and truly becoming serious about it. Funny, besides going to a movie or staying in to watch one, there isn't much to do on the weekend that doesn't involve drinking in some form or fashion. "Hey, wanna meet for a milkshake?" doesn't seem to be in most of my peers' vernacular.

Hm, I'm over it. Hooray for waking up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed on Easter morning.

Does this disturb anyone else?

2005-03-21T09:38:00.000-06:00

What is this world coming to? The fact that a TELEVISION show is impacting a juror's decision in a murder trial is innately disturbing to me. Don't we SCREEN these people to ensure they have at least a shred of intelligence? I would think that a semi-cognizant human being would be able to distinguish between Hollywood FICTION and a real murder case.

((Sigh)). Might I suggest, if your voters' registration number has you up for jury duty in the immediate future, skipping your Monday night CSI: Miami ritual? Sheesh.

What is this world coming to?

2005-03-21T09:33:00.000-06:00

Here's a tip- if your voters' registration number comes up for jury duty in the next few months, skip the Monday night CSI ritual. Listen to the prosecutors and defense the old fashioned way, and leave the Hollywood hype out of it.

fun stuff

2005-03-20T21:39:00.000-06:00

Galveston was fun. I guess it helps when the company is your best friend, and the two of you can amuse yourselves with minimal amounts of stimulation. Oh, and a kick ass beach house helps too.

The supposedly impossible-to-impress parents actually liked me, too. Whodathunkit?

AND, Matt helped me cook dinner last night, and ENJOYED himself. I'm telling you, wonders never cease. Great job on the taters, hon...and you're the best darn parsley chopper I ever did meet.

Ah, spring break draws to a close. Perhaps my last? Hm, maybe this will push me towards business school- they get the week off, don't they? Hmmm....

G'night, ya'll!

Spring Break?

2005-03-17T10:46:00.000-06:00

Where have you gone? Between tooth extractions, root canals, and grandmommy-carting, I think the only difference between this week and normal ones is that I sleep an extra 30 minutes each morning. I was reflecting, however, on spring breaks past...

Let's see:

Freshman Year, Vandy: South Padre with wayyyyyyy too many self-interested females. I distinctly recall a feeling of utter exhaustion and alcohol surfeit upon flying back to Nashville.

Sophomore Year, Semester off: This spring break was the best- Mac, Mom and I went to Costa Rica. I know you aren't supposed to have a blast with your parents, but this trip was an exceptional one. Hm, good thing I had a survival guide from a pal who'd visited a few weeks earlier. :-)

Junior Year, UT- London: Um, let's not go there. Let's leave it at this: I could definitely do without ever seeing that city again.

Senior Year, UT: Trip to Jackson for St. Patty's day. Fun crawfish boil, less-than-desireable company. But I got myself into that one.

Hm, looks like the ghosts of spring breaks past are not all pleasant...hopefully one day, I'll be rich and famous, and can take off this famous week in March and do it up right...?

For now, Galveston awaits...everyone say a prayer for sunshine!

Jodi's Wedding

2005-03-13T21:06:00.000-06:00

Whew! First catering job completed. We were a hit!

Check it out, yo.

Lots and lots and lots of work went in to this, so only positive commentary will be allowed. :-)

Yeah, I'm a blog-neglecter...

2005-03-09T21:59:00.000-06:00

But its been a busy week. This Saturday, I'm catering my first wedding, which is quite a big deal. And its midterms. And I'm having teef problems. So I'm sorry if my posts haven't quite been up to usual "US Weekly" status. These days, I rise at 6:30, hit the gym for my morning run, come home, make breakfast for Grandmommy, shower, study...go to school...come home, walk the pup, go to Pilates, come home, make dinner, study...go to bed. Wow, my life is really exciting, eh? Hey, its routine...and I, of all people, am a creature of habit- I think I thrive best this way. But I'm exhausted by 10pm, and I'm so happy to hit the pillow. Perhaps one of these days I'll be social again.

In the mean time, my bod's getting buff, I'm learning a lot, and I'm making strides towards the future- not too shabby, eh?

Speaking of which, its past my bedtime.

G'night, Ya'll!

its FRI-day!

2005-03-04T09:35:00.000-06:00

And I'm pretty darn happy about it. After having to endure TWO root canals yesterday, I'm ready for a few days off to get back up to snuff.

Don't have much else to say...except that my teef hurt. And that I'm tired of this frickin' gloomy weather. I'll be relieved to actually get to run OUTSIDE when it clears up...I miss Town Lake somethin' awful.

OH, and today we're making SWEETBREADS. No, not honey buns and eclairs- THYMUS glands from a cow. Sick-o-rooney. Who discovered that tasted good, anyway? I'm glad I'm restricted to only mush for the next few days while my teef heal...

Happy Weekend, all!

Fancy Southern Comfort

2005-03-02T20:25:00.000-06:00

Is the theme for our CA 102 buffet that we put on at the end of this six weeks. I'm pumped. Highlights will be miniature BLT's with home grown t'maters, fried okra with saffron Aioli dipping sauce, and venison tenderloin with garlic mashed potatoes. I'm heading up the dessert team (big surprise there) and we're going to feature individual lattice-topped blackberry pie, buttermilk pecan pie, and chocolate-chip walnut cookies...with milk of course.

Fun stuff.

I burned my finger today attempting to remove braised fennel from the oven. Ouchie. P.S., fennel is nasty and tastes like licorice. Bleh.

Tomorrow is Thursday already? This week is flying by. I have to get a filling tomorrow before class...so everyone pray for me handling cutlery after local anesthesia. AND, while you're at it, pray for SUNSHINE in Austin this weekend!

Jen, you SUCK.

2005-03-01T09:16:00.000-06:00

Is it me, or does this woman clearly have issues? After SELECTING her bachelors, she still can't find "love"? If for no other reason, marry Jerry just to produce fabulously goregeous offspring! But tell him on national television that you want to just be friends? So, so lame. I've wasted over six weeks of my life, and I'll never get it back. Sigh.

Ya'll come check it out...

2005-02-28T17:49:00.000-06:00

I get to be a demo chef at this event for WOLFGANG PUCK! How exciting is that? I'm also prepping and cooking at the event at Antone's on Saturday night. Evidently all sorts of celeb chefs show up...great exposure for externships. I get to buy discount tickets as well...so if you know I love you and you love food (the two should probably go hand in hand) let me know and I'll hook you up!

I think I'm losing my mind

2005-02-28T09:47:00.000-06:00

After no sleep last night while my frail-as-all-hell grandmother woke me up every two hours to let me know how awful she feels.

1:15am:
"Try drinking some water, you're dehydrated."
"No, I'm not thirsty."
"You are never thirsty when you're dehydrated. That's a sign. DRINK."
"I'm alright. You run along back to bed."

2:30am:
"I just feel shaky. And achy."
"Well, you didn't eat dinner. Try eating some crackers and juice."
"No, my tummy's upset."
"OK, then just the crackers and some Sprite, then."
"No, I'm fine. Nevermind, just go back to bed."

4:15am:
"I think I'd like some coffee."
"Not until you can drink at least two glasses of water. And its not time to wake up yet."
"I just feel like I need some pep in my step."

EXCUSE me? Pep in your step after I've been up all night trying to get you to drink WATER? I give up! I have no idea how to make her feel better.

Gah, thank God for my running shoes, 12pm class time, and Pilates class, or I think I would have to default on this Monday...grrrr.

Oh HOT damn...

2005-02-25T10:06:00.000-06:00

It's FRIDAY! This week flew. Funny how running my butt off, cooking for 5 hours, and taking care of Grandmommy can make time go by at lightning speed. I kinda like it that way.

So I got a text from Clif, one of my friends from high school, at 1:51 am, that said: "I don't know why you left Vandy. I love it!"

Assuming he was drunk and about to hop in bed with a VandyGirl (this is not far-fetched, mind you: another one of my best guy friends from high school was treated to such an experience last year by my ex-boyfriend), I called this morning to get the scoop. Turns out he's in KNOXVILLE visiting a pledge brother.

"Wait, Clif, why did you text me about Vanderbilt when you're in Knoxville?"

"Um, 50 cent Pabst Blue Ribbon pints at some place called the Shady Mushroom."

"Oh, well that makes sense then."

"Yeah. Hey, Do you think your brother will give me a job when I finish law school?"

Oh, Cliffy. You crack me up.

Today is New York Strip with french fries and Veal Shank with sun dried tomato Orzo. Hooray for Grill Marks!

And THEN the weekend. Yay. Liz is in a good mood today.

My lil' pup

2005-02-24T09:03:00.000-06:00

Reasons why my puppy dog is my best friend:

1. She's an unconditional snuggler
2. She always wants to play with me.
3. She appreciates my cooking
4. She can tell when I'm sad
5. She wakes me up in the morning by nuzzling my ear.
6. She gets excited when I'm in my PJ's past noon.
7. She thinks I'm cool even when I rock out in the shower to Maroon 5.
8. She can talk! (Her favorite line is "But I don't waaaaaaaaant you to leave!"
9. She's absolutely beside herself when she gets a Greenie. (anyone with dogs is familiar with these)
10. She's my biggest fan...or at least she seems to be when I walk in the door after a long day in the kitchen.

Ok, random praise for my Miniature Schnauzer...but it's MY blog and I can write WHATEVER I want! So THERE!

Thursday's here and in full swing for me just past 9am...its gonna be a good day.

I love this guy...

2005-02-23T09:04:00.000-06:00

Tom Green's Blog is actually really interesting to me. After fighting with cancer and losing his show crew to Jackass (that's gotta hurt), Tom Green is making a comeback in his own quirky way. He's doing spots on Leno covering the "most interesting people in the country", and the Texas episode is set to air on Friday night...he didn't hit up Austin (which is just plain strange), but supposedly he chats with some cowboys at Gruene Hall. I think his blog is really interesting- funny and classic (The H2 running over random cars), but still pretty personal (check out how often he writes about his dogs)....complex guy, that one.

Happy Hump Day, peeps...its rainy and gross in Austin, but we're hoping for sunshine by, well, June or so.

I will be quite happy when I no longer have to do doggy foot detail every time we come in for a walk!

Harvard guys are clearly chumps

2005-02-22T20:33:00.000-06:00

...especially the President of the University, who evidently feels there are "innate differences" between the sexes. HELLO? Did this guy sleep through the 1970's? I mean, even if he feels that way, a man of his stature should have the good sense to keep his trap shut- he had to know comments like that would ignite every woman academic- especially the really femi-nazi, militant ones, to rebutt his words with scathing tongues. They did, and from the press this little convo has received, I'm guessing Dr. Summers is treading pretty darn carefully through Haaaavad Square these days...

SO happy...

2005-02-22T17:19:00.000-06:00

to be back in the kitchen! Monday marked the beginning of CA102, which is all about protien. Aside from the fact that I'm going to have to eat cow thymus glands (also known as sweetbreads) and filet of rabbit, I'm totally psyched.

Its amazing how much my attitude is improved by just being in the freaking lab! I again have purpose! Today I learned how to butcher a side of beef to fabricate the sirloin, bottom round, and strip steaks. Little Lizzie the butcher...who knew?!

Tomorrow we start plating full meals- Roast au jus with jardinere of veggies and pommes Dauphinois, Pork tenderloin stuffed with apples and rasins. Mmmm, tasty.

Bet YOU wish you lived with me, huh? But I still insist on wearing shoes in the kitchen, thankyouverymuch.

Off to workout...all that protiens' gotta go somewhere, right?

Who knew?

2005-02-19T17:49:00.000-06:00

Ligers actually exist? They aren't just Napoleon's fantasy!

That's "totally awesome."

Toasting the end of a dull-ass six-weeks...

2005-02-18T18:14:00.000-06:00

BUT, I made straight A's.

It seems like January 10th was an ETERNITY ago. And now, its finally over. Monday, we go back into the kitchen for CA 102- Meats and protiens. This class is going to be bad-ASS. This is where we actually start plating full meals- like beef wellington and asparagus Mousseline with Roesti potatoes. FUN! I'm so pumped.

I have been complaining about the so-called "Gen-Ed" block for six weeks now, and I do not take any of it back. It was quite certainly the most boring, unproductive term yet...but its DONE. (Can you tell I'm slightly excited?)

Back in the kitchen, woman...where you belong...

With regards to me, this is not a sexist statement...just don't go adding bits about being barefoot or pregnant...

The weekend awaits!

Ridiculous.

2005-02-17T09:44:00.000-06:00

After a heated debate with my 5-foot tall Public Speaking teacher about George Bush's alleged "bulge" during the Presidential debates last Fall, my curiosity was sparked. What I discovered is that Democrats are clearly, once again, just sore losers. Um, so he wears a bug while driving around in Crawford? Don't think so. He also alleged that it was "proven" that the President was receiving information, which is simply false. You know, I made it through one of the most liberal schools in the United States, and managed never to dislike a professor because of their political affiliation- probably because they were all INTELLIGENT. This guy is most certainly an overglorified high school teacher. Who needs to get his facts straight. Get a life, Tom.

Cathartic ramblings from the cheflet

2005-02-16T10:13:00.000-06:00

This week, exercise is my only sanity. Hopefully padding out 3 miles on the treadmill every morning plus a couple of pilates sessions will allow me to maintain functionality...Thankfully, I'm not taking Zoloft, so Grandmommy should be safe.

Three finals in the next three days. Catering a wedding reception of 40 guests. Finding a storage unit and beginning the moving process for next month. How did everything creep up on me so fast? I swear I didn't spend the last six weeks procrastinating...

I can't WAIT for next week to be here. Hopefully I'll be reminded of why I love culinary arts - Hospitality Supervision ain't doin' it for me. My irritability must be increasing as the term nears its crescendo- my political arguments with Tom, our Public Speaking teacher have amplified drastically. The man is just over five feet tall, and a voracious democrat. Enough said. Yesterday, we duked it out over gun control. Nice little stress reliever to kick his ass intellectually.

Oh, and Grandmommy. If you ask me, the woman has it pretty damn good- her entire family, with the exception of one son, live within ten minutes of her. All of us bend over backwards on a daily basis to maximize her happiness and feelings (however fudged) of independence. Yet, she still insists on making her "Wednesday Calls" to every extended relative still living to inform them that she's "doing (sigh) alright, but (sigh) not great, and very (sigh) confined to her apartment." Hearing this while I'm preparing bacon and eggs to serve her in bed is slightly more than mildly annoying. I'm sure my mother, who carted her to and fro her "geriatric massage" and pedicure last weekend would agree with me. They say people become more self-centered with age...I think I'll second that and suggest its the understatement of the year.

Wow, Liz...negative blog entry. Hey, isn't that what this thing is for? I find it quite therapeutic. Alright, Wednesday, bring it on.

Perfect example of why insanity-related pleas should be tossed out of court...

2005-02-15T09:17:00.000-06:00

This is just ridiculous, and rather sick. "Zoloft made me shoot my sleeping grandparents!" Disgusting. Its too bad this kid's not in Texas...we'd fry him.

Isn't the whole point of an ANTI-depressant to make you happy? Now, I've taken a few varieities in my time, and I don't seem to recall any side effects that read: "may cause patient to commit murder." A little weight gain, maybe, but shooting your grandmother in the mouth?

Come on, now.

Happy Valentine's Weekend for Lizzie

2005-02-13T17:43:00.000-06:00

Started with Sushi and Saki on Friday.

Then, A wonderful pilates class, facial, and lunch on Saturday afternoon...

Tasty dinner at North by Northwest and Sideways at the Drafthouse Saturday night...

Kerbey Lane brunch and Matinee of "Little Shop of Horrors" today--- oh, and some TCBY.

Hm. Happy Best weekend I've had in recent memory. Sad that its over and I have a week of finals to contend with...

Short-lived construction art?

2005-02-11T10:26:00.000-06:00

This sure seems like a lot of work for only 16 days of display. Its super cool looking, but come on- 7500 gates, constructed by PAID workers, only to stay up a little over two weeks?

Crazy artist-peeps. Oh wait, I have a flaming red streak through my hair at the moment. Perhaps those who live in glass houses should not throw stones (or culinary tools?)...

Its FRIDAY! Second tasting of the week in Wine and Beverage- yesterday my dentist begged to come with me...maybe if she could magically make my FIRST CAVITY EVER disappear, I could magically make her a TCA student for a day. Ha!

I'm going out with Sunny bunny and Kevin tonight- they're in town for a wedding. I haven't seen them since THEIR wedding in October, so I'm excited. Oh, and Bob Schneider's playing Antone's-perrrrfect.

Happy Weekend, everyone!

British people sure are unattractive...

2005-02-10T10:25:00.000-06:00

Wouldn't you think the Royal Family (and their chosen love interests) could afford some orthodontic work? What's the deal? I've lived in London- and I KNOW there is a Boots the Chemist on every block in that city, and over half have dentists offices in them. What's the deal, Chuck? Its no wonder Di never wanted to kiss you!

My skincare goddess

2005-02-09T14:57:00.000-06:00

This is where I get my microdermabrasion facials. Robin, the owner, has quite possibly the most perfect skin I have ever seen in my life. She claims mine will get there...so I weekly endure an hour of PAIN in hopes that she's right. Microdermabrasion involves chafing the skin with circulating crystals- that feel somewhat similar to sandpaper- which in turn slough off dead skin cells. It is making a huge difference...I must say its been worth it. After four of six visits, my skin tone is awesome- especially since its the middle of winter and I have NO tan. Anywho...fellow Austinites should check her out.

Off to class for Dessert Wine Tasting Day. Yeeeeehawww. Then another healthy dose of Pilates...I'm determined to have a six pack by spring break!

Happy Wednesday!

Spring fling of NYC Fashion Week...

2005-02-08T23:11:00.000-06:00

Is this dress from NY Fashion week TO DIE FOR or what?! I'd call this one "Tinkerbell Chic". Anyway you cut it, I think Issac Misrahi has outdone himself with this one!

Camp Cupcake Crafts meet The Trump Tower?

2005-02-07T11:29:00.000-06:00

Interesting how some use their time in Prison...

Martha Stewart is set to appear on the next Apprentice? I wonder which of the two of them would be a bigger pain to work with?

Twin Language

2005-02-06T14:37:00.000-06:00

Check out the Bush Twins video from NBC.com > Saturday Night Live

Hey, UT does have a pretty nice fitness center...

And the award for dumbest commercial goes to...

2005-02-05T22:12:00.000-06:00

The latest one advertising Trimspa. It features a recently-slimmed Anna Nicole Smith bouncing around advertising a promotional contest. Although it was a tough choice, I'd have to say the most bimbo-fied line was, "Want some mooo-nney?" I'm sorry, that woman just sounds mentally impaired. Perhaps the handfuls of recreational drugs she dabbled in before finding Trimspa had something to do with it?

Gross.

I know, its girlie...but this site has some really cool stuff

2005-02-05T14:37:00.000-06:00

Just indulge me.

I especially ilke the "Gnome and Garden Kit".

Off to enjoy my Saturday!

Personal Rant

2005-02-04T20:24:00.000-06:00

For all of you who had the unfortunate experience of reading the slandarous commentary on today's earlier posting, I apologize. It seems that personal information about my life fell into the wrong hands, and was in turn skewed to intentionally hurt me. I realize that this blog is public to the entire globe- which I feel is a positive thing, and an effective form of expression and release. I do not, however, feel it is appropriate to use it for the purpose of hurting, humiliating, or otherwise defacing another person's character.

That said, its Friday. I refuse to let somebody so completely crazy herself make me feel badly about my life.

Its Mardi Gras time, baby.

This is one of the dumbest ideas I've ever heard of

2005-02-03T12:36:00.000-06:00

Yahoo! News - Rivals Hope to Sink IPod With Rented Music

Rented music? Why on earth would you PAY to rent music, when you can download it onto your ipod (or ipod mini!) for .99? Look, fellas, Mac has the niche...perhaps another part of the market share is up for grabs. This idea SUCKS.

This is freakin' hilarious

2005-02-02T22:41:00.000-06:00

http://www.orapois.com/br/arquivos/01032005140525688g.swf

I'm in love

2005-02-01T11:31:00.000-06:00

TOTALLY ADORABLE

Is this not the most DARLING bag? Leave it to Coach to tempt me via email every week...and online ordering....what's a girl to do? I need to UN-subscribe, but I just can't seem to click that little button...

Six 'o clock already I was just in the middle of a dream...

2005-01-31T23:45:00.000-06:00

...I was kissin' Valentino by a crystal blue Italian stream...

Today was SUCH a Monday. Five hours in a classroom devoid of pictures, motivation, and good company. NO LOVE. I cannot WAIT to get back into the kitchen. During our breaks, we all slink to the labs and watch, longingly, as other students exercise creative genius (today it was Beer Bread in 102)...we simply drool and wish for the end of the six weeks. Today marks the beginning of week FOUR of this block. Two midterms tomorrow, and another on Thurdsday. Let's get it started, in here.

TRAXX Restaurant

2005-01-31T09:53:00.000-06:00

TRAXX Restaurant

This is where I will hopefully be spending my externship...isn't it lovely? My friend Travis is evidently a regular there, and hooked me up with the chef, Tara Thomas. Who has some ideas on where I can live in LA where I can: 1. Safely rest knowing my apartment is not the former location of a crack house, and 2. make a happy home for me AND my little doggie...it seems everywhere I've looked has a major NO PETS policy...this just will NOT do.

Any thoughts/advice are appreciated.

2005-01-30T14:36:00.000-06:00

This is my next dog. Do you think Cardinal will be a fan?

confusion

2005-01-30T12:48:00.000-06:00

Is it just predetermined that I am supposed to be completely confused about relationships at this point in my life? Lately I can't seem to keep my heart in the same place for very long. What the hell does this MEAN??? It seems these days the only thing I am consistent about is that I want to move to Cali and cook. One would think everything else would just fall into place?

So why am I so anti-relationship? Gah. I'm getting back in bed to snuggle with my dog, who seems to be the only breathing being in my life that understands my every thought...

OhIdunno...

2005-01-28T23:41:00.000-06:00

Where on EARTH I'm going to wind up in the next nine months. It sounds far away, but it is a deadline to live by- Oct. 4th is the date I start my externship according to my TCA calender. That means I'll have to be located, set up, and employed by 10/04/05. I'm thrilled with the idea that I'm actually going to be able to SAVE enough to move somewhere new ON MY OWN. My terms. Daaaaamn this is going to be fun. :-)

After a night of pondering and indulgently absorbing CSI: Miami, I am off to bed. Red wine tasting day in Wine and Beverage class has left me pleasantly warm and sleepy...with just enough room before sleep for a Starbuck's hot cocoa. FAN-tastic.

thankyouandgoodnight.

2005-01-25T08:16:00.000-06:00

I finally figured out how to post pictures. This is Steven II, Rachael, and James, my big brother's kiddos. How darling are they?

The Lost Trailers

2005-01-24T10:35:00.000-06:00

Since I am the proud new owner of a baby blue IPod mini (engraved with my name, thankyouverymuch), I have been playing around on my newly discovered itunes player. To my delight, I found that the newest album by The Lost Trailers was available for download. I jumped at it, of course, and am now enjoying the latest cuts of my fave TLT songs. God, I forgot how much I love this band. Only a few bars of "The Battery" bring back strangley clear memories of the Exit/Inn in Nashville, where Vandypeeps and I rocked out as John Stokes (the lead singer) crooned just feet in front of us. I distinctly remember a show in January of 2002, when Ashfor and Eric and I went to see them- Ash...do you remember stealing the rubber Jack Daniels drink mat? Goooood times. Hopefully they will still be old school enough when my wedding rolls around to play the rehearsal dinner...?

"I tried to tell you
'these are the good times',
guess we'll find out,
down the line-
but what is on your mind,
now that we're wasted,
sitting on top of the world?"

BDB Bound

2005-01-21T10:54:00.000-06:00

Oy, vey. It is FINALLY Friday. Talk about a long ass week of emotional highs and lows. I am proud to report that tomorrow I will be the guest baker at Broadway Daily Bread on De Zavala Road in San Antonio. Beginning tomorrow at 5am, I will have the opportunity to release all of the tension that has built up over the last two weeks of being out of lab in school. I can't wait. Hooray for a morning of lemon bars, brownies, and strudels dancing in my head...

Odd, I think.

2005-01-16T14:50:00.000-06:00

Last night I bought the Maroon 5 CD at Target, as their latest release "Sunday Morning" makes me happy. I was surprised to find that their album cuts of their songs are completely different from their radio versions. In a positive way- very acoustic, and the lead singer has awesome vocal range. So I'm driving along, enjoying my mellow, upbeat tunes, when the song changes. The last song on the album "Songs About Jane" is the band's cover of "Highway to Hell". How RANDOM is that? I honestly thought my CD player had somehow turned itself off and somehow switched to FM radio. Is there like a seven song minimum for a record label or something? Odd, I think.

The ups and downs of living with an 83-year-old

2005-01-15T14:50:00.000-06:00

I learned several things after living, full-time, with my grandmother this week. Since she refuses to move to assisted living, and the service she hired charges $20 per hour, I offered to take over night duty for some financial help until we can find somebody to live with her for an affordable amount. I've discovered that this "affordable amount" is not in the salary range for most self-respecting Austin Home Healthcare Professionals, and that I will, most likely, be doing this until I move in October. The issue of this commitment has taken up residence in my brain over the last six days.

My grandmother clearly adores the company. I bring Cardinal over there with me, and she stays with Grandmommy while I'm at school (when the service we hire has to come and relieve me). They are now best buddies. Every night when I come home, she's snuggled in my grandmother's lap, and they are both happy as can be.

I also enjoy having a human to come home to at night and cook dinner for. We talk about our days, (well, she fills me in on Juanita's daughter's new boyfriend and slightly skewed statistics from the Tsunami disaster) and I like the interaction and routine quite a lot.

But I have realized how much I miss time to let my internal thoughts wander. Throughout the day, I'm constantly engaged in some sort of prescribed thought process, whether its learning about grape varieties and vineyard growth patterns or paying Grandmommy's bills. It isn't until after she goes to sleep at 9:30 that I begin my process of winding down from the day, which I am used to doing the second I step foot into my apartment at night. I'm not used to waiting that long. Very strange feeling.

I also realized that sleeping in a room with a baby monitor is quite possibly the most expeditious way to become an insomniac. Depending on which way she's facing, I can hear her breathing, rhythmically. But when she rolls over (which I don't always hear), the pattern changes. Without fail I wake up and spend ten minutes making sure she's alive, then I fall back asleep. I'm looking into Surround Sound baby monitors in her bedroom.

Ah, but today and tomorrow are mine! I'm off to get a facial and a pedicure. And I must cook tonight to avoid going crazy. Being out of lab is awful and empty, which is a topic on which I could ramble for another half-hour. Must get the toes polished!

Corrupting the next generation with a brain full of the tools of Procrastination!

2005-01-11T20:14:00.000-06:00

I introduced my niece to AIM over break, with the intention that it would be fun to chat with her weekly and find out what she was up to. As it turns out, my brother, sister-in-law, and niece were all under the impression that an AOL membership is required in order to use the Instant Messenger. Once they (My niece, Rachael, primarily) discovered this is not the case, all hell broke loose. Evidently the entire soccer team has AOL, and this is the one "thing" she wanted from Santa. (At which point I begin to doubt whether my brother was under any sort of "impression" and considered his fondness for time in his study alone on the one home computer). Instantly, the girl is all over it.
"Aunt Elizabeth, how do I send a Igreeting over IM that sings to you?"

"Um, well, usually I just use it to...(talk to my addicted-since-college friends about how lame our lives are at the present) chat with friends who live far away from Austin!"

"Oh. I guess they've come up with cooler stuff since then."

My brother says I've turned her into a (and I quote) "Foot-stomping-eye-rolling teenager" As for me, I simply realized that I've been addicted to IM since the first downloadable version away from AOL came out (erm, I think...Sophomore year of high school?) I just feel old.

Ashfor, Spanish Princess, dear: we used to IM across the ROOM in Scales Freshman year.

Let's just believe there's hope for the future :-).

Bachelorette

2005-01-11T00:10:00.000-06:00

Tonight I indulged in an evening of sensless reality television. I rarely do this for a solid four hours, but after five and a half of THE most boring "General Education" classes I have ever had to endure. Evidently, I managed to squeeze by the whole Texas law that insists that college students must have a Public Speaking credit because of the year I enrolled in the Univeristy. This shift in legislature is not of any interest to the PRIVATE culinary academy I attend, who gladly snatch up another 800 of my dollars in order for me to sit through six hours per week in a class where we are learning material I swear is easier than my high school Debate class. For the next hour and a half, I get to take "Hospitality Management", where I learn all about how the corporate ladder works in the major resorts of the world so we can all march out to dutiful "babychefdom". Both of these classes are held in a room about the size of my living area, with one gigantic window FACING the main hallway, where everyone (intended and unintended) stares at us dopey-eyed as they turn the corner.

I miss my kitchen! I have all these cool gadgets from Christmas and I need to try them out!!

....aaaaand....i guess I'm pooped after that rant.

g'night, ya'll...

Lovin' the kiddos

2005-01-04T17:30:00.000-06:00

I'm currently in Southlake visiting my brother, sister-in-law, niece, and two nephews. I'm obsessed with these kids. I only hope that one day I get to have some too! They totally crack me up. Rachael, who is ten, is the mistress of the house over her little brothers Steven (7) and James (6). They got a PS2 from Santa, and life has never been crazier. Star Wars Battlefront or Fifa? Nascar or Dance Dance Revolution? The debate is ongoing and progressively louder as the day goes on. At one point, disgruntled by his sister's dominance regarding the current game. Steven announced, "Rachael, you have a lot of hair on your arms". (BUURRRN). Her response? "I'm a mammal, smart one." Queen of comebacks. I'm off to play Twister. It appears we have moved on to more conventional forms of entertainment that do not require memory cards!

2005-01-03T05:59:00.000-06:00

I have quite happily spent the past several days with my dear friend Matt in Charlotte, North Carolina, for new year's. This town is pretty nice- he lives downtown, so I've gotten a chance to check out some of the "happenin'" in town restaurants and their fare. I'm going back to Big D in a few hours, and will soon be reunited with my crazy niece and nephews. Gosh, I love those kids so much. My brother says I'm a mommy waiting to happen, but there are several "levels" I need to pass before I get to that point. I envy the fact that their family actually ENJOYS hanging out together- no pressure, no dictated "family time". They just like being together. Foriegn concept.

Last night I cooked for Matt and the girl here he is trying to woo...(Pauntee, you are AWESOME-DATE HIM!!!) I made warm spinach salad with feta timbale, tomato bisque, and yummy garlic bread, and matt grilled steaks outside. It is so nice to share a meal with friends like that! I'm heading home to Big D in a couple of hours- I've had a blast, but I miss my kiddos out in southlake, texas.

I realized this holiday season that the more I stay true to myself and my needs, the happier I am. No boy issues. AWESOME! .....although there is that pesky one I can't seem to get out of my heart....

....a hopeless romantic? or maybe a hopeful, silly girl. Either way, there's always somebody deep down in your heart that you've loved for a long time, and can't seem to blot him out. You try, but tiny things, like a video game, sting your heart in a blissfully painful way. I suppose as an artist, I crave unrequited love? mmmm.

Holla!

2004-12-21T08:36:00.000-06:00

Since I can't ever seem to catch her in person or on the phone while living in a Spanish wonderland, I want to send my love to my dear friend, Ashley Foret.

(She IMed me last night from Madrid).

...the written exam. Heeeere goes nothin'!

to the point of delerium...

2004-12-21T01:59:00.000-06:00

I never studied like this in college. I was always able to prepare for EVERYTHING in advance, so that the night before I could get a good night's sleep. Quite to my surprise, the Introduction to Culinary Arts (fondly known as CA101) has forever changed my studying capabilities. My miniature schnauzer, Cardinal, is snoring deeply on the chair next to me, occasionally pausing to stretch mid-dream.

Less than 48 hours, and I'll be done! Hooray for a break.

Free.

2004-12-18T17:27:00.000-06:00

Matt slapped me last night. Enough said.

Wait. Maybe not. He also checked my email because he thought I was acting "shady". He found a sent message to a girl friend of mine expressing feelings for a former boyfriend. What's the call? Privacy invaded. Physical aggression. Relationship Liz is ending NOW.

One stress reduced, now to study for exams...

The life of a girlchef is full of excitement.

lizzle's gonna fizzle

2004-12-13T11:49:00.000-06:00

Between minor strokes and panic attacks, my weekend has been nonstop. For once, however, I was actually the calm in the storm instead of vice versa. All I need is a nap and some dicin' this afternoon...?

Obsession

2004-12-09T21:08:00.000-06:00

So today I realized: I am obsessed with all things Culinary. Its almost as though I can't turn my brain off of it. This morning, I went to a gourmet grocery store before going to visit my grandmother in the hospita- I was going to buy her some licorice. I had to DRAG myself out. I knew I was in trouble when I looked at every single type olives and brines they carry. I don't even like olives. Don't even get me started on the fruit and vegetable section- I had to slap my own hand to get out of there in 20 minutes! I like studying for this, even though its completely different from anything academic I have ever done before. So I'm a culinary dork. I search online for nifty new tools. I check the recipe of the day at www.epicurious.com. I've finally found my art!

Job Security

2004-12-08T23:03:00.000-06:00

This afternoon, coming home from school(somewhat tired of going to school for five hours per day for the last 9 days with one break, I realized something. Once I graduate from Culinary School, I can move anywhere and find a job. Where aren't there restaurants? Pretty cool.

Notebook blues

2004-12-07T23:17:00.000-06:00

For my final grade in two weeks for Introduction to Culinary Arts, 101, I have to turn in a notebook. Not just any notebook, mind you. A perfectly constructed notebook, which is said to be either "completely right" or "completely wrong. Okay, so we need to be organized. I'm cool with that. Typing up recipes after class reinforces them, makes sense...workbook assingnments...makes sense....10,000 words worth of essays on food? You got it- for the next week, I am assigned five 2,000 word essays on topics such as "The History of Pasta", "The History of Potatoes. Does that sound ridiculous to anybody else? As though these Chefs are even going to read 10,000 words worth of b.s. from us, the lowly knownothings!

So I went back and forth. Between what made sense (Rebellious Liz) to what would get me a good grade(Routine-Oriented, controlFREAK Liz). I finally made a compromise. I wrote 800 words on the History of Pasta. Faithfully, Diligently. My final word count is around 1,000, which is half the amount of words assigned. (By the way, does anybody remember when a teacher COUNTED WORDS? Last time I checked, my professors in college wanted things consice and to the point.) But in my last paragraph, I realized I was very hungry. I did not want to get up before I was finished with my work, so I said, "screw it!"

Here's my brilliant ending to "Liz Roberts on The History of Pasta"

That is all I can say about the History of Pasta without making myself completely crazy. I have actually studied for this class nonstop and am nervous enough about studying for the final that I’m going to hope to God my notebook won’t be thrown away and given a zero. I’m also really worried about my small dice….fluting a mushroom? Oh dear, I must review my mother sauces. What if my hollandaise breaks? I know that a tourne has 7 flat sides and is shaped like a football! I make a mean béchamel sauce! (sigh.) Be humane. I do want to be a chef with all of my heart. I promise. This is around 800 words and I am exhausted. Pasta rocks, with any tomato, crème, or beurre based sauce. Thank you and goodnight.

g'night ya'll

2004-12-07T00:00:00.000-06:00

exhausted again tonight. Still addicted to http://www.eliotmorris.com/

A Day in the Life of a Normal Student?

2004-12-05T19:15:00.000-06:00

Today, after six days of class, exercise, and taking care of my grandmother, i had a day off. What did I do, you ask? I slept. Until 4pm. A phone call woke me up from someone I know who prefers not to see the light of day until 2pm on the weekends. (You can imagine the shock when I, miss never-past-9 answers, totally croaky). So being up this late in the day is pretty weird. I can't tell if I want eggs or pizza? Guess I was pretty damn exhausted.

Evening Amusement

2004-12-05T02:32:00.000-06:00

Now this is tooting your own horn: http://www.hugi.is/hahradi/bigboxes.php?box_id=51208&f_id=681

Culinary School Daze

2004-12-04T21:20:00.000-06:00

I am beginning to realize that my career of choice is not only one of intuitive skill and creativity, but one of cardiovascular and muscular activity. I really think I should start eating PowerBars before class. Right now, my biceps are cursing me for all the wire whipping, and my fingertips (all 10, thank you) are blistered from that damn hot pan. But I love it. And I'm starting to get the hang of it. How to deal with the stress and beat the deadline. In college I would start things weeks in advance to finish them weeks in advance. It reduced my stress then, getting a bit done every day, but this craft is so different. You learn the assignment, you prepare the assignment, you cook the food, you present the food. DONE. Begin again, times four. The first few days I was crawling up the walls with nerves. "How am I going to get it all done?" was my initial (and typical) response. I then realized that this really makes sense to me. The adrenaline and energy generated from producing a dish that you taste and are genuinely suprised that it came from scratch under your watch. So I guess I need to build endurance for this "Industry" thing all my Chefs continually refer to. Think about it, honestly- I'm a student, on my feet four hours a day, five (this month Six!) days per week, in a kitchen. Most chefs work 4 and 5 times that amount in one week. Especially if their career is beginning to advance. I'm convinced it is in direct correlation with practice. Perhaps in addition to my morning run I should drill myself on fluting mushrooms? Brunois carrot anyone? Oy.

Fo 'Shizzle

2004-12-03T20:13:00.000-06:00

Yesterday in class a guy told the joke: "What does Snoop-Dogg wash his clothes with?" His answer? "Blizatch". Now in my mind, this was relatively un-corny...perhaps tell-able later so as not to live up to my constant medal-holder of dumb jokes. I mean, we all giggled? A day later, after my maiden voyage with the line, is not quite so amusing. Seriously, I had to EXPLAIN the joke. That's when you know you've flopped. Do I simply repel classic comedic or humerous capabilities?