Where Am I?

Hello there. If you’re a regular visitor here, you might notice the “slightly” new look. Well, my below average photoshop skills were thankfully not used in editing the new header photo above. It’s just me, my trusty Panasonic GF1, and a day in the life of a culinary school student.

If I’m being totally honest, I’ve felt disconnected from my blog more than once. My priorities have somehow shifted. I’m a living irony. Here I am, kicking ass and getting my ass kicked in cooking school, and the blog doesn’t have a lot to show for it. But I’m not apologizing because I’d like to believe there are a lot of pressing matters that need my attention more, like: sleep, online food deliveries and averting failure.

But I miss it. I miss having time on my hands to just peruse through food blogs to extract inspiration. I miss the regular people who make their presence felt each and every time (I’m talking about you, J. :D) And most of all, I miss the comforts of cooking at home. Don’t get me wrong…moving and shifting my career did me so much good, but you get what I mean. I hope.

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I’m a guy who likes to connect residual memories with an item’s face value. The old “look” THG had was a picture of easier, more convenient days doing nothing but cooking and baking. Everything isn’t the same anymore.

I had a bad day today. We all have bad days, I keep on telling myself that. And the funny thing is, instead of sleeping on it, I decided to write again, because I know this is probably the only way I can feel something familiar again.

What you have before you know is probably an indicator of things to come. The ground I’m walking on right now is shaky. The blog feels the disorientation because when I think about what to post, I feel like a noose is trying hard to suffocate me. I’m trying too hard. That’s probably the point I’m driving at.
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Maybe I’m just lost right now. But that doesn’t mean I’ll never find my way back home. I’m in pain (literally, because I burned my hand), but that just means I’m alive. That’s gotta count as something good, right?
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Speaking of home, the photos were from a family outing at the beach when I went home a few months ago. I also made clam curry, and my dill weed became a tree. I know, the photos don’t mesh well but I just miss home so much.

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Rice Day in Black and White

Here are some random shots of yesterday’s rice and vegetable lecture & demonstration. Apart from most of us bringing digital cameras to take photos of the food (I’m the only food blogger in the group though!), our tasting spoons were put to good use as it became a full-blown feast for 12 when the paella was done. True to form, Filipino are voracious voracious voracious rice eaters.

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It still feels weird sometimes, to peruse my photo roll and look at photos of this new life that I stepped into. It’s really surreal. There’s not a lot to say about these photos, except that it’s during these moments that I know what I live for. (Rice, of course!) The experience may be stressful, physically and emotionally draining, but I’ve never felt so alive.