2005 has come and gone...
The general consensus is that people are glad to be done with '05, but today and all the days to follow are nothing more than a NEW '05. Like the song sez, Nothing changes on New Years Day...
That said, 2005 was an epic set of Up's & Down's. Lots of good food, lots of interesting adventures, and lot's of new ideas.
First off, I miss everyone. Jeb and Kristen, Kristy and Tom, Troy and Rose... Baxter. But that was unavoidable... We're all were we belong now. I love Cinci, but there is no one for Kerrie and I to eat with. Most of my Co-Workers are ex-convicts and/or generally shady people I don't want anything to do with. The one guy I do actually get along with is working on getting through his culinary training for the third time. That doesn't inspire too much hope in me...
Second, my Mom came real close to being worm food. When she first went in, it looked pretty hopeless and then a month later she's back in her Game. Huh...
Third, I love Cinci. You can still smoke here, you can still buy and eat Foie Gras here, and liquor is dirt cheap. I love this town...
All in all, 2005 was alright for me. A lot of change went into making 2005 what it was, but it was a "good" type of change. I've cooked a lot of amazing food since we got here, and the food-stuff now available to me is equally amazing. I never have to worry about ordering anything, if I want something - I can just go and get it. That means a LOT to me...
For now, the adventure continues without restraint. Last night there was pan roasted chicken with caramelized shallots, and tonight I might make a nice Pasta Bolognese. Next week I'll be making Flat Iron steaks and last week I made a Garlic Herb Roast. I won't stop until there is nothing left to eat, and there will ALWAYS be something to eat...
"When a five-year-old tells you you're fat, it's because it's true..."
- Weight Loss Commercial
"We eat the pig, and together we burn! BURN!!!"
- Wes Allen
"I may be a Giant Ass with a Territorial Ego, or maybe a Territorial Ego with a Giant Ass. Please, stop me..."
- Jay Mohr, Scrubs
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