chefwolf ([info]chefwolf) wrote,
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A bad day

I'm not in a very good mindspace right now.

Things did not go well, today, I'm not happy at all with how my Salad bar turned out. I only had 4 items on the bar, I didn't have a solid protein which was bad, because we were serving a vegetarian menu tonight. I ran out of just about everything and was in the weeds all night long.

I'm really disappointed in myself and in my performance tonight. Things are really difficult working lodgekeeper. We don't have a solid plan when we come in, we have to look around at what is available, and try to be creative and spontaneous.

I did have a couple good items. I made a salad with sugar peas, pea sprouts, and lettuce, dressed with a white wine tarragon vinaigrette. I also made a neat salad last night, that turned out really well. I roasted some mushrooms in a dressing made from garlic, paprika, and olive oil. Then tossed them with some quinoa, and then mixed that with some raw tat soy, and dressed it with an asian dressing made from rice wine vinegar, tamari, sesame oil, and canola oil. It was pretty popular. I also made a quiche tonight, with spinach and feta. I made 10 of them, and they didn't even last 45 minutes.

I really feel like I've lost something. Before I went to school, I got in the kitchen, and I played and experimented. I also knew how to make lots of different things. These days it seems different. It seems like I lost some of my creativity somewhere. The CIA got me used to always having a recipe and a solid game plan for everything. I'm not very confident now on developing something on my own. That is bothering me alot. I don't know what happened. Right now, I'm kinda wishing I had gone somewhere, where I would be working from a solid menu, and a solid prepped game plan.

I think part of it may be the idea that I've already been here 4 weeks, and by now I'd be starting a new class at school, so Ive got this thing inside of me that says I should be doing a kickass job by now, not still trying to get into the groove, and get used to things.

There's alot I really like about here, but right now I'm really depressed.

I miss my friends, I wish I could talk to some of them. I'm still feeling kind of lonely, it's a very weird feeling, and I can't quite explain it. I've made lots of friends, and people are open here, if they didn't like me, I know they would tell me. I went to Julia's hut last night. She has a really nice little hut down by the farm. We celebrated Cybil's 30th birthday. There wasn't alot of people, but it was close, we all danced, and had a really great time.

She propositioned me today too. :p She said she had chocolate cake, and would give me chocolate cake in exchange for coming down to the farm and doing some naked planting.

People are also very affectionate and understanding. I'm surrounded by hugs, and caring and interest on a daily basis, yet I feel lonely, I can't quite figure out why... Do I still feel like an outsider here? I don't think so... for the first time in a very long time, I feel I've found somewhere that I really belong, where I really fit in... So I don't understand it all... maybe it's just tonight... maybe it's just the negativity that is coursing throughout my mind right now...

I baked on saturday. Allison was training me, it was alot of fun. We went through over 100 pounds of flour, made over 200 pounds of bread. 101 loaves in total, in 7 different varieties. We also made 5 sheetpans of brownies, and 1 sheetpan of fudge.

Next month, things kick into high gear... I'll be chefing 3 days a week, ducking one, and in the garden one. I think I'm a little intimidated about that as well. They seem to have alot of confidence in me, and alot of expectations. Mom always said people rise to the level of expectation, and I feel a desire within myself to rise to meet that. I'm scared though, it's alot of responsibility, and I'll be in the kitchen by myself.

Can I really do this? Everyone I've talked to seems to think so... everyone but myself I guess... why do I suddenly find myself lacking confidence?

I'm going through alot here, alot of changes... personal changes.. facing alot of things that I never would have faced before. Things like that... being aware and conscious of mey feelings, and of my body, and what's happening. How I'm feeling, and how it's impacting me. Learning to be open, honest, straight-forward. Mood swings are getting larger. I've been on an ecstatic high for the past couple days, till it came crashing down tonight.

I made my workshop, I'm in the metalworking workshop next week. I'll be working with Helmut Hellenkamp a master metalworker. It'll be Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Friday from 8pm to 10pm. And then an intensive all day saturday, when we actually get to produce something ourselves. I don't really have any ideas what I'll make yet, something out of iron I'm pretty sure... functional.. decorative.. who knows.. we'll see what kind of inspiration I get while I'm there.

I keep getting sunburned.. I'll head down to the baths for a short soak, and end up talking to people, and the next thing I know, I've been sitting in the sun for an hour and a half, and get out sunburned.

I sat on the deck today zippering peas for my salad. Dianne and Taka were working with me, it was funny, I was noticing how the ends of the peas, look like little fairy hats. And the fairies should be wearing little nasturtium skirts Dianne said. It is a very relaxing place... I wish I could get over this anxiety and this fear... let it be there.. and do what it needs to, but not let it bring me down. Right now it's bringing me down.

Max left today for the weekend, he's heading to Tassajara for a weekend of Zen Buddhist practice. It's his first experience with Zen Buddhism, I'll be anxious to hear how it was, and how it went.

I'm working on my menu for tomorrow, a morrocan spiced chicken dish. I'm not quite sure where to go with that, but I'm pulling some recipes together, and we'll see what I can develop. I'm thinking maybe chicken with cinnamon roasted onions... or perhaps just a simple morrocan chicken. I'm also looking at a recipe that uses basmati rice, and yogurt.

I'm feeling a little better now that I've written out alot of what has been churning through my mind... I think I'll be better once I have a solid plan for tomorrow.

I also did something on sunday that did help me to feel even more ecstatic. I bought new clothes. Jeremy an ES in cabins, had a friend come down who's a deigner in San Francisco, he brought clothes and sold them in a lawn sale. It was a blast we all had fun trying on clothes. I'm sure it would have been a hilarious sight. Racks of clothes in the yard, and lots of people shuffling through them, getting naked trying them on. I bought 3 shirts, and a pair of jeans. Nothing like anything I've ever worn before. Pretty crazy designs, and the jeans are really neat. Low cut, tight in the legs, but they bell out at the feet, like bellbottoms. It's pretty neat, and I'm excited about the weekend, and being able to wear them!

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Anonymous

August 4 2005, 18:50:33 UTC 6 years ago

highs and lows are a part of life. you can do anything you want to do. i know you and know you are capable. just make something up. we miss you too.

love
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Anonymous

August 5 2005, 15:45:04 UTC 6 years ago

Wolf, if you were to be as naked in body as you are in this entry, then your skin would be gone and your organs would be exposed to the world. I know that you must be in a lot of pain ... for it was quite painful to read it.

I hear you loud and clear when you speak of a sense of the floor having given away under your feet: no recipe, no game plan, etc. Combine that with the highest expectations of self measured on the precisely calibrated perfectionist's rod, and you have the stage set for bashing yourself into oblivion. Of course a game plan is helpful, as is some vague recipe. Evaluation is necessary as a learning and refining tool, too. But put in the hands of someone like you or me and turning it against ourselves is almost a criminal act.

I ask you, when you are not in the heat of self-immolation, to re=read this entry and to note the strong, bright rays of light breaking through. Your pleasure in your mangetout and pea sprout salad (had a recipe for that one, did you????!!!!!), and your massive and successful, and fun baking marathon. And the lovely people who surround you, and those of us who love you and believe in you more than ever, who have only electrons with which to cheer you on and to embrace you.

You know my own high opinion for the facilities and the potential knowledge and training available at the CIA. You also know well my contempt for the alumni who swagger through kitchen after kitchen insisting that you can make mayo for the masses with one egg yolk and a gallon of Mel-Fry, bashing you not with their expertise, talent, and passion, but with a piece of paper that says CIA. The really, really great ones, Wolf, have flown many, many miles in sheer pissing panic, and without recipes. Unfortunately, some do not admit this. And many, who would share these perfectly normal experiences honestly, and as teaching and confidence building tools, with those coming up in their footsteps, are usually without a forum for telling their stories. It is frowned upon to admit that you ever sweated. The really good ones can do it without recipes ... the rest, and they are legion and we know who many of them are, hide behind recipes taken from other people, and behind their pr person, without whom they would be just another short of inspiration, passion, and talent cook.

I think of times that I backed down, quietly folded my tent and left, or followed the recipe to keep the peace. I compromised myself, and participated in devaluing myself. I can tell you that is not the way to go. You know how it feels to let someone far less than you steamroller you right over.

Look, this last week must feel like the unending passing of kidney stones, but they will pass. Without recipes it can be painful to grow confidence, but with recipes you will never have any, always be stealing from others, and never have any confidence of your own, in yourself. At best, you are a craven bully in chef's whites. I believe I know you well enough to say that is not a state to which you have ever aspired. Leave it to the hacks. Consider this a stubbed toe of the soul: at least the lettuce and produce were fresh and crisp, and there were no roaches in sight.

You will come to see it as a little pebble wrinkling the mask of perfection. You will laugh about it. You will laugh about all of the recipes people who went to other externship come back with. You will realize that they can't return with what you come back to school with. Besides, the library is full of books which are full of recipes!! You will laugh about all of this. But that does not mean that is isn't painful, scary, confusing, and that it doesn't hurt like hell right now. We share an opinion about recipe hoarders. I hope you will consider my opinion, based on personal experience, on where tent-folding in the face of fear and uncertainty can get you, or how it can delay you and rob you of self-esteem.

You are doing excellently. You need to believe this. Now, go take a hot bath.

Abrazos,

Sharon

PS: Tassajara is also famous for its food and baking: The Tassajara Bread Book.

Anonymous

August 9 2005, 16:19:54 UTC 6 years ago

Knowledge

Hey Wolf!

You've sure been busy! I just wanted to say Hi and let you know I was thinking of you!!! Just keep your head up and think of all the knowlede you've gained. Isn't that part of CA great?

I can't believe you've done so many things in the nude! I love it!!!

Jen
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