Who wants to get naked!?!?!?
My mother and I expereienced a sensation of "giddy school girl" on Saturday. Who knew it would only take a short road trip to University Ave in Palo Alto to make all our culinary dreams come true! Borders Books was hosting none other than Food Network's sexiest chef on tv...Jamie Oliver (aka: the Naked Chef).
He was 40 minutes late due to traffic on 101, but it was well worth the wait. When he finally did arrive, he said a few words....of course I was not listenng to a single one of them, rather looking at his beautiful face. Then, (sigh) the book signing. I handed him my book and he called me "darling" which is such a beautiful word when said with a dashing English accent. Don't you agree? And then it was over...and I turned with my cookbook in hand, knowing that we will probably never meet again. But I am not going to lie...there was a spark between the two of us. But I guess since he is married with a child and the fact that I have a "boyfriend" would make things difficult on our realtionship.
But in all seriousness, he is a really interesting chef who, no ladies, does not cook naked, rather used very few ingredients to make fantastic meals. And these meals range from extra fancy to "Fantastic Fishstick Buttie," in other words, a fish stick sandwich. I look forward to trying out some of Jamie Oliver's creations and I think you should too! And if you are not a "good cook" or you "can't even make toast" not to fear, because in the words of Jamie Oliver he recipies are "Easy Peasy!"
10.28.2002
10.22.2002
Makes you think...
We had a discussion today in cognitive development. We were touching on many topics. Education reform, assesment, testing and so on. No one really had anything positve to say about any of the issues and I was feeling discouraged. But then my professor said something that turned a light on and I had one of those watershed moments that makes you forget all the times you questioned your field of study. She said:
"It is easy to see all the weeds, but it is time to start planting flowers."
We had a discussion today in cognitive development. We were touching on many topics. Education reform, assesment, testing and so on. No one really had anything positve to say about any of the issues and I was feeling discouraged. But then my professor said something that turned a light on and I had one of those watershed moments that makes you forget all the times you questioned your field of study. She said:
"It is easy to see all the weeds, but it is time to start planting flowers."
10.14.2002
"Will that be all (fill in the blank)"
I remember when I was a pre-teen and I got so excited when store clerks would call me "Miss." Being called "Miss" is a huge milestone in an adolescent's development; finally, the general public is begining to recognize you as an adult as well. So today I am in the grocery store trying to re-stock my kitchen when the bagger, who looks to be about my age, says to me..."Would you like any help out today Ma'am?" Whoa! Back the truck up! Why was I not made aware of this transition from Miss to Ma'am? This is not an exciting milestone like being called "miss" for the first time. Do I look like a ma'am? I hope not...not yet at least.
Then again, when I went to get my car smogged, the man behind the counter says to me "What can I help you with today young lady?" Whoa! Back the truck up! Did you just call me young lady? Do I look like a five-year-old girl with pig-tail braides? Am I being scolded? So in my head I think..."Young lady! That's ma'am to you buddy!"
I don't get me.
I remember when I was a pre-teen and I got so excited when store clerks would call me "Miss." Being called "Miss" is a huge milestone in an adolescent's development; finally, the general public is begining to recognize you as an adult as well. So today I am in the grocery store trying to re-stock my kitchen when the bagger, who looks to be about my age, says to me..."Would you like any help out today Ma'am?" Whoa! Back the truck up! Why was I not made aware of this transition from Miss to Ma'am? This is not an exciting milestone like being called "miss" for the first time. Do I look like a ma'am? I hope not...not yet at least.
Then again, when I went to get my car smogged, the man behind the counter says to me "What can I help you with today young lady?" Whoa! Back the truck up! Did you just call me young lady? Do I look like a five-year-old girl with pig-tail braides? Am I being scolded? So in my head I think..."Young lady! That's ma'am to you buddy!"
I don't get me.
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