Flavor of the Day: Peach
Feb. 23rd, 2004 06:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yinshubackupso, I survived last week.
and... I got an 81 on my Corporate Finance prelim! Whoo-hoo!! I may just pass this class after all. The hallelujah chorus went off in my head when I saw it- but then I immediately had to do a double take, and flip through all the pages to make sure it was really my exam- i thought there must be some mistake.
But nope- not only didn't I fail, I passed it with a B! Wall Street here I come. (errmm... okay, maybe not. but one has to start somewhere, right?)
Latest hotelie water cooler buzz:
Morimoto (Iron Chef Japan) himself descended upon our school last night (Sunday night) as part of our "Guest Chef" lecture series. He apparently arrived in the Statler Hotel kitchens to "do his thang" around 4pm, where his team of personal sous chefs and a gaggle of student cooks had already been poring over his recipes and prepping for 3 days... my friend Kat, who works in the kitchen and was helping them plate everything, said he was irritable and diva-like, snapping at everyone in Japanese the whole time. (But hey whaddya expect from an Iron Chef? Foot-shuffling humility? I think not.)
She DID manage to get her picture taken with him, though. She said the ingredients they were using were so expensive, the raw food cost--per person-- was $90! Kobe beef, live scallops, foie gras, some sort of specially-imported bonito that Morimoto likes to use, some sort of caviar that costs about $1200 per 6 oz., etc. (Even more amazing, though, is the fact that for a $90 raw food cost they only charged $125 retail for tickets. In the real world, it would have easily run into the $300 range.)
Apparently, though, some of the students *gasp, oh horror!* RUINED a batch of the green tea ice cream (Morimoto's own personal recipe) by letting some of the rock salt fall into it. Maybe that's why he was bitchy, I dunno.
My friend Adam, who is actually in the class so was part of the dining group, said the dinner was absolutely amazing, though, just as expected from Iron Chef Japan. In fact, no one who was there last night seems to be able to stop talking about it. I would say I'm sick of hearing about it, but I'm really not. I was really curious to hear about it, but there was no WAY I was going to be able to afford a $125 ticket for this dinner, even if it was a great deal. So in a way I'm glad I have friends both in the front-of-house and back-of-house sides to tell me about the experience.
Maybe next spring I'll be able to get into this course (apparently, it's harder to get into than the wine tasting course, but hey, I got into that one, so maybe I'll get lucky again...)
Even if I could have afforrded the ticket, I had an incredibly bad headache last night so I wouldn't have gone; I went to bed at 7pm because I was nauseus and it hurt to move or even think. I woke up around 12am, with a little less pain, and went back to sleep around 2 am, and woke up again at 3:30 because of the sound of soft, careful footsteps and the distinct feeling of someone's hand cupping the back of my head and neck, where the pain was. Wide awake and terrified, with my face to the wall and my back to the door, I couldn't move. I repeat, wide. awake. could not move. Scariest thing ever. I wanted to scream, or turn around and claw at something, but I could barely breathe, I was so full of fear. I felt like something was checking me, testing me to see how awake/responsive I was. I lay perfectly still and thought, I should pretend to still be asleep. After a few dreadfully long moments, I finally forced myself to turn and look- and of course there was nothing there but empty shadows. My bedroom door was locked, I had locked it before I went to sleep. The clock said 3:36 am. I checked and double checked to make sure I was really awake, and yes, I really was. This was no dream. But strangely, I realized that if someone had actually come in the room, their footsteps would have made a different noise than the one I heard, because my floor is so messy. I would like to believe it was just my guardian angel or something trying to help me out with the pain, and maybe it was and my tiny mortal mind couldn't understand it, but I was seriously so freaked out it is hard to believe that the... entity... was benevolent. Freaked out, I lay in bed for another hour, finally worked up the courage to speak, made some strong, out-loud, willful statements to claim my personal space and to guard and shield myself, and fell back asleep, exhausted, around 4:30.
Still don't know what was up with that.
Anyway, I'm running out of time now because i have to be at work in 15 minutes. Will post more later; this has been an exciting week, in both good and bad ways...
and... I got an 81 on my Corporate Finance prelim! Whoo-hoo!! I may just pass this class after all. The hallelujah chorus went off in my head when I saw it- but then I immediately had to do a double take, and flip through all the pages to make sure it was really my exam- i thought there must be some mistake.
But nope- not only didn't I fail, I passed it with a B! Wall Street here I come. (errmm... okay, maybe not. but one has to start somewhere, right?)
Latest hotelie water cooler buzz:
Morimoto (Iron Chef Japan) himself descended upon our school last night (Sunday night) as part of our "Guest Chef" lecture series. He apparently arrived in the Statler Hotel kitchens to "do his thang" around 4pm, where his team of personal sous chefs and a gaggle of student cooks had already been poring over his recipes and prepping for 3 days... my friend Kat, who works in the kitchen and was helping them plate everything, said he was irritable and diva-like, snapping at everyone in Japanese the whole time. (But hey whaddya expect from an Iron Chef? Foot-shuffling humility? I think not.)
She DID manage to get her picture taken with him, though. She said the ingredients they were using were so expensive, the raw food cost--per person-- was $90! Kobe beef, live scallops, foie gras, some sort of specially-imported bonito that Morimoto likes to use, some sort of caviar that costs about $1200 per 6 oz., etc. (Even more amazing, though, is the fact that for a $90 raw food cost they only charged $125 retail for tickets. In the real world, it would have easily run into the $300 range.)
Apparently, though, some of the students *gasp, oh horror!* RUINED a batch of the green tea ice cream (Morimoto's own personal recipe) by letting some of the rock salt fall into it. Maybe that's why he was bitchy, I dunno.
My friend Adam, who is actually in the class so was part of the dining group, said the dinner was absolutely amazing, though, just as expected from Iron Chef Japan. In fact, no one who was there last night seems to be able to stop talking about it. I would say I'm sick of hearing about it, but I'm really not. I was really curious to hear about it, but there was no WAY I was going to be able to afford a $125 ticket for this dinner, even if it was a great deal. So in a way I'm glad I have friends both in the front-of-house and back-of-house sides to tell me about the experience.
Maybe next spring I'll be able to get into this course (apparently, it's harder to get into than the wine tasting course, but hey, I got into that one, so maybe I'll get lucky again...)
Even if I could have afforrded the ticket, I had an incredibly bad headache last night so I wouldn't have gone; I went to bed at 7pm because I was nauseus and it hurt to move or even think. I woke up around 12am, with a little less pain, and went back to sleep around 2 am, and woke up again at 3:30 because of the sound of soft, careful footsteps and the distinct feeling of someone's hand cupping the back of my head and neck, where the pain was. Wide awake and terrified, with my face to the wall and my back to the door, I couldn't move. I repeat, wide. awake. could not move. Scariest thing ever. I wanted to scream, or turn around and claw at something, but I could barely breathe, I was so full of fear. I felt like something was checking me, testing me to see how awake/responsive I was. I lay perfectly still and thought, I should pretend to still be asleep. After a few dreadfully long moments, I finally forced myself to turn and look- and of course there was nothing there but empty shadows. My bedroom door was locked, I had locked it before I went to sleep. The clock said 3:36 am. I checked and double checked to make sure I was really awake, and yes, I really was. This was no dream. But strangely, I realized that if someone had actually come in the room, their footsteps would have made a different noise than the one I heard, because my floor is so messy. I would like to believe it was just my guardian angel or something trying to help me out with the pain, and maybe it was and my tiny mortal mind couldn't understand it, but I was seriously so freaked out it is hard to believe that the... entity... was benevolent. Freaked out, I lay in bed for another hour, finally worked up the courage to speak, made some strong, out-loud, willful statements to claim my personal space and to guard and shield myself, and fell back asleep, exhausted, around 4:30.
Still don't know what was up with that.
Anyway, I'm running out of time now because i have to be at work in 15 minutes. Will post more later; this has been an exciting week, in both good and bad ways...
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Date: 2004-02-24 02:23 pm (UTC)i <3 iron chef.