Hello, you lovely people of the Earth. I know. Its been a long time. 5 months and 6 days, to be exact. I had a few issues with WordPress and I was completely unable to post anything during these months, I still haven’t got it solved, but I got a little chance to make this one post in collaboration with my good friend/fellow blogger/incredibly pretty/smart/talented/humble/shining example of human perfection Nate Crawford from the blog TermiNatetor Kitchen (I told you I would write it all down, Nate).
So, as I’m sitting here eating a piece of cake and typing this post, I started thinking…
Goodness, I have no energy to do anything anymore. Or enough daylight, for that matter. Let me tell you something, working in a kitchen is DEFINITELY not for everyone. Between spending days without having a proper lunch, walking around for 10 hours straight with a full house, and not getting nearly enough sleep, I can safely say that this job is probably the most tiring, rushed, amazing thing that has ever happened to me, and I don’t regret following that path one bit.
And this is the end, my only friend… the end (if you know that song, I’ll love you forever). Last friday I finally graduated so.. I guess it’s official, I’m finally a chef. To me that’s still just a title, though, I don’t actually consider myself a chef yet, mostly because I believe that the name is earned with hard work and experience, and I still have none.
If you follow my Sorted Food feed, you know that I have a sick obsession with turmeric. From smoothies to soups and even more soups, I just really love its pungent, almost metallic flavour. My mother says that my taste buds are weird since I prefer sweet foods over savoury, but, at the same time, I like my sweets to be more on the strong/bitter side, so not that sweet (wow I said “sweet” a lot.. well, you got the point). But, really, I’m not the only one who’d rather have a well-balanced dessert over a verging-on-diabetes one, it’s just that, in Brazil, people like everything to be either loaded in sugar or loaded in salt, and I hate both so….. maybe I was born in the wrong country?…….
Happy Holidays, you lovely people, I hope y’all had an awesome Christmas! Around here was all about tons of tasty food and a brand new AWESOME japanese chef’s knife that my uncle got me as a Secret Santa gift. Speaking of food, the following recipe is actually a take on the dessert I made for this year’s dinner, which was a little vanilla and orange pie with a cherry whiskey jam on top. It was very delicious, but it didn’t turn out quite the way I wanted it to, the filling was way too loose and there wasn’t enough pastry to hold it in, so it turned out really thin and I had to freeze it before serving, otherwise the filling would just go everywhere (talk about improvising..). It wasn’t a problem at all, though, in fact, from the two pies I made, there were only three pieces left, which I think is a good sign.
Let me tell you something: growing up sucks. Don’t do it, let’s all just join hands and fly to Neverland.
I know what you’re thinking, “Can you stop complaining? This is life, you’ll just be avoiding the inevitable, so you might as well get on with it right now”. Yes, yes, and you are completely right, and the biggest part of me wants to leave home and get a life of my own as soon as possible, but it’s like being trapped in a maze, you know you have to find a way out, but you don’t know which path you should take. It’s the worst feeling. I have hopes, dreams, expectations, and I will work towards them, but I wish I knew how to begin.
Being alone. Learning how to be alone. Does anyone know how to do that, really? I know I don’t.
I’ve always enjoyed my solitude, getting the bus back home alone, going for walks, locking myself in my bedroom with nothing but some music in my ears. It gives you time to figure out things, and to figure things out. It’s definitely a way to get to know yourself, or to even trick yourself into thinking that you do. Solitude is clearing, at the same time that it is cloudy, it can make you find all the answers, or give you more questions to deal with. Point is, I love that about it, the way it forces me to find my own way through life, because nobody else is gonna do that for you, and we often find ourselves living in denial, waiting for something or someone to come to the rescue. I don’t fancy, however, the feeling of loneliness.
I’ve had THE MOST hectic weeks, lately. Like I said before, I’m finishing university by the end of November, and there are still quite a few essays to deliver, as well as some exams to make (yes, I go to Culinary School and I do have exams and essays).
Last week, we had a little “cooking fair” at university, which is worth 70% of our final grade, and I spent about 11 hours working in and outside the kitchen with my friends, without sitting for a minute (which is kind of a good workout, I guess…….), with only breakfast on my stomach and, if you know me, you know I simply cannot spend more than 4 hours without eating something, otherwise I start to go a little nuts.
Aside of my computer, there’s this giant pile of tiny papers, with a bunch of anotations, written recipes and lists. Oh so many lists. Inspiration, for me, comes out of nowhere. I can be doing something completely different from cooking, when, suddenly, an idea pops in my head, and I just have to write it down. Same thing happened with this recipe.
I spent a week trying to think of a good recipe to be my first post. Yes, a week. I don’t know, I guess I’m a perfecctionist. I wanted it to be beautiful and, of course, tasty. And I think I got it spot on. I knew it had to have figs in it (I have no idea why, but I was craving it like craaaazy), but a fig tart would be a bit too boring. So this galette came to mind.