the newspaper almost got me. again, another paper came to feature the dessert lounge. After i made a sorbetto copa and some chocolate dreams...the photographer loitered and i could see her beady eyes plotting - but heyuuuuLLLL no...my intention is anonymity
they almost got a picture of me with one of my cakes - hell no. i'm swifter than a photographer with a chunky camera - bwaa hahaha. run pastry chef run.
| . | You scored as Romanticist. Romanticism encourages society to look backwards to find our solutions. Your rationale is that things were much better a few hundred years ago so we should thus look back to those times and replace them in our modern society. You believe in a simple life and that the complexities of the modern world have turned it upside down.
What is Your World View? (corrected...hopefully) whatever. LOL |
you are fuckin 23 years old...you did NOT float over here on a BOAT and have to BATTLE pirates...obviously you were born in 1982. Give me a break you bullshitter - the republicans in office allowed full entry to many vietnamese people post war...you might have floated on a crackboat - but not a refugee boat. Hey jackass girl - pirates want loot not pussy okkaaaay? you were the only person with black hair and asian in your class? as a child. you act like you had a third tit growing out of your head - join the rest of the planet - a lot of us asian kids were the only ones in the class - so what, don't milk that shit like your parents sent you to boarding school on a martian satellite. if serge labelle is like anthony robbins - then the anti christ has a backup - and if he is your coach - then let him spellcheck your shit you cow - coz if you are..."watchin the oscars and get the SHRIVELS" it means your foblish was affected by those pirates while you were waiting to get found by malaysian oiltankers. Don't be full of shit - you got something to sell and you wanna do it on myspace where you don't have to pay shit. It's hilarious that you think you have a birthright to fame. Fame used to mean a person had some type of talent - not just a desire for recognition. Fakeass. if you are gonna work that shit like Tila Tequila then get balls and do it. But c'mon now - most of the free world knows that a lot of auditioned porn talent comes from Canada - where a lot of the distribution is present. Don't lie - you know you earned some of that website money on your back. Instead of entertaining "russian tourists' singing - you should have got a library card - then perhaps your verbiage would be better. You have the AUDACITY to say that you are going to write an ebook and you say shrivels vs shivers...you say elite as a pluralism (elites!!!) you are not as "deep" as you say. you're about as deep as the toilet bowl water - and you are a fucking scourge to any of us who actually do REAL writing - and it is an insult that you all yourself a writer. With that said. Shuttup Merina...you're played out like a ps1 ------------- sidenote: this chicks profile irritated me coz she's trying to spin a tale as if she had an exceptionally hard beginning. As if Canada were Serbia and shit. Canada has the most culture forward Asians on the planet in their own northern way - they also have more dope tea houses than anywhere - puhleeze - it's not like she got sent to Alaska to chew whale fat in the depths of glaciers. Secondly, her story is iffy at best Thirdly, if you wanna be e-famous, get seen do and make...don't spin horse shit. Awww fukkit - she's just a nutchewer.
Semi Freddo is singular
Semi Freddi is plural
That’s what I make in the dessert lounge, semi freddi in many forms. I also throw down various gelato cakes bottomed in sponge cake. To be honest it’s not hard to perform the assemblies. What is hard is dealing with a bi polar manager who has NO sense of fairness. But seeing as to how her sense of equality is tainted, it is easy to see why the gods made her childless. I will not be poisoned or threatened with her hoots and hollers and pathetic attempts at manipulation. If there was one thing I learned early on is manipulation and how to dole it out in such small inconsequential amounts so that you are stockpiling trickery and making people believe INHERENTLY that doing for you benefits them. Fucking please – that salty glare of hers comes no where NEAR my mothers kung fu death glare with snap of neck. Sheeeeeeit. When you are raised in a house with a keep hot rice cooker – it takes more than a bullshit glare and exasperated stare to scare my brown ass. Bwaa aahahahahaha. That bitch needs to fire herself. The next time she tells me I need to improve my relationship with my co workers (I don’t have relationships with retards AIIGHT) – I’m gonna tell her, next time you tell me my shit stinks wipe your own muhfuckin ass. Put money on that > coz if I speak it I’ll do it.
Okay well back to the cakes. So basically these cakes are a pastry cream folded in with either chefs choice flavor or a custom flavor. After I whip that together I throw a splash of meringue and then some whipped heavy cream (no sugar) and then pipe it into a mold and let it blast in the freezer. Then I hit it with a mirror glaze and some decorative sauce or fruit or chocolate. Whatever tickles my ass that day – that’s basically what I do. Mind you, I’ve had to make adjustments to the “authentic” Italian recipes coz they don’t quite stand up to the desert heat. But whatever. …The dinner party lady… So old girl strolls in with her baby Chanel purse. Exactly like the shit I threw in the back of my closet years ago coz it reminds me of chicks with pursed lips. I guess she had ordered semi freddi cakes, but indicated gelato cakes. I made some behemoth ass cakes last night with full decorations – but today ended up having to dress some cakes that my manager redid. And redid them without making the desert adjustments that I make but UH okay. Somehow I managed to get them on time. Old Chanel girl gave them an aloof nod and point of her finger – which is nouveau riche sign language means fabulous. Coz if they were ugly she would have made the pursed up post cosmetic surgery fuckin face. Here’s the cakes:
Chocolate and Coffee
Raspberry Mango
Pineapple Mango
Food Allergy People
Fucking food allergy people. You know when I was a little kid I used to be allergic to eggs and shit. My eyes and mouth would swell up all itchy and shit. so you know what my mom did she gave me a little bite of egg every morning off of their plates until my ass got desensitized to shit. So I could grow up and get a fucking omelette or eat mousse or whatever. So why the hell is it that people walk into wherever with this behaviour as if their “need” should be catered to. Why the fuck are so many little kids allergic to nuts. Why do all the people who have nose jobs want sugar free. Why do all the fat people ask for the fat content. How come the girls who don’t fit their hipster jeans always ask do you have a nutritional printout. They can all suck my chef spatula. If you walk into a gelateria/dessert lounge…enjoy it mothuhfuckas – don’t act all conscientious and shit and don’t give anyone a weird ass look for not providing 30 sugar free desserts. Holy freakin’ tree god.
So today a request came in for a “baby shower” cake. They didn’t know the sex of the baby – so no weird baby shit – just a pretty cake, no egg products whatso ever - so i did strawberries and cream and lemon as they wanted strawberry and lemon flavor - bleh. But I like it. I love cutting up fruit. Makin a little something out of nothing. Still gets on my nerves...but i kill the work, grin and twirl a knife in my hand in the back. Laughing while they pay the money.
