Changes, and food

Work has been a little weird. I've been trying to balance a lot of paperwork with actually being involved in the day-to-day cafe operations. Part of me would like to go back to waiting tables. The greater part is very focused here. I need to make sure the other prep page gets printed this afternoon.

Tastingmenu on chocolate

I feel like I should be getting more creative here at home, but the truth is, we've been very meat-and-rice lately when we're not grabbing from out. I'm tired and my hours are all over the place and Spirit doesn't good. Pet cooks when she's not wrapped in depression and the perception that there are only a couple things she can eat that she's sick of, and I don't have the time I need to spend really re-teaching her that there's a world of food out there that will improve rather than worsen her diabetes without resorting to living on Boost.

I guess the blog title here should really be changed to "Cricket serves." That part never changes.

It's late at night, and I've had a snack, which is contrary to my usual habit, but a couple pieces of sausage that were in the fridge allow me to surf without fear of getting hungry when I run into a bunch of food news.

By the bye, if the weather forecast says it's going down to -15F, just go ahead and plug in the damn car, or it'll just go down to -30 and let you panic about the fact that your car isn't plugged in. It's fine, thank you for asking. But still.

Now, on to news of the comestible...

Well... umm... thanks for clearing that up.

Is it REALLY double the Stuf? (from)

While we're at Tasting Menu, this was too funny

Not food but service-related: Waiter, as usual, serves up an awesome story; I can't wait for his book.

(above crossposted from my other blog)

Personal non-crossposted:

Part of me liked real foodservice better than what I do now. I'm at a level of management that builds a resume, has no real power or required skill but to act as intermediary between the staff and the managers, but is expected by both to take care of things (totally different things), and I don't even have the basic beginning training papers for the cafe in my personnel file. I'm probably working as hard physically though not as evenly, doing more lifting and quite a bit of running. Someone I work with has offered to keep her ear to the ground and try to find me an office-type 9-to-5. I'll see what happens. Right now, I don't know what's up with our management (my direct boss has resigned due to his own frustrations with upper management and Corporate America and this being Not Even Real Food) or what I'm supposed to be doing, though I'm told I'm doing it well. If nothing else wanders my way, though, I'll stick it out--because a supervisory position does build a resume. Also, I get massive book and game discounts I'm not yet willing to give up.

Uh-huh. I walk 20-40 minutes recreationally/for exercise per day (as well as walking the kid to and/or from school 2-3 days a week), do yoga once or twice a week (more if you count those 2-minute yoga breaks), work a very physical job, and take in about 1300-1500 calories a day (sometimes more, I know--today I probably took in close to 2000--but other days my entire intake is a bowl of soup and a gallon or two of water--I'm thirstier than hungry a lot of days or just don't feel like eating or don't have time). Screw anyone who doesn't believe there are any culprits besides diet and exercise. I know at least one tiny skinny girl who eats more during her average work day than I do my average entire day (with extra fat and sugar, if you please!) and has to cinch down a size 0. Whereas I fit into a size 12--most days.

I'm a little cranky. I worked some overtime, and the dramas at my new job have just intensified yet again. And I'm in a lot of pain. More on the dramas and the new gig soon, I swear.