Day 8

Today is a little bit more memorable due to the fact its closer to the day that I'm actually updating on.

I love the days that I get to sleep in however, I truly prefer my morning classes. I feel like I don't waste half my day just waiting for classes then getting out at 8. However, today I must wait.

Today was laundry, trash, and another work out day. Lunch was great. The food, I didn't particularly enjoy, but I've never liked prime rib. I think it is an extremely over-rated piece of meat. It takes hours to cook correctly, and it half fat. The company though, were more advanced students that gave us a heads up on not only the CIA but Hyde Park. This weekend I plan on attending a farmer's market in Reinbeck (a very artsy town north of Hyde Park) on Sunday. Sometime this week I went on a hunt for a Wal-Mart and went through Reinbeck and I fell in love with it. The stores and people look very bohemian and modern in an unique mix. They also told us about the Coach Dairy Farm that sells goat cheese and lets CIA students tour the farm. I really hope to do this soon, I have to do more research.

I still have to research my externship and on campus employment- I feel like I'm so behind and it's only the first week. Finally class came by to distract me from my procrastination I promised I wouldn't let myself fall into. My gastronomy teacher is such an interesting woman. Before I get on that tangent, curiosity was driving me insane- I finally looked up the official definition of Gastronomy. According to Wikipedia: it is the study of the culture of food.

She told us a story today. Our project is to study a variety of chefs to understand our world more. Within that she told us that she was present at one of Julia Childs' birthday (she is such a humble woman- as the story progresses you learn what an important woman my professor plays in the culinary world). She explained that the celebration took place in the Rainbow Room- a place I had never heard of- but described as a beautiful circular room with a revolving circular dance floor in the center. At the head of the table was Julia Childs to her right was the chef who trained her (if I remember the story correctly), her left the president of the Rainbow Room, and his left my professor. At this party Martha Stewart walks up, rests her hand on my professor's chair and starts talking to the president, to which he responds "What do you want, Martha."
"Somebody is in my seat."
"Fuck off Martha"
In her upset state Mrs. Stewart took a step back onto the revolving floor and the president flipped a switch under his table which started the floor to revolve. My professor ended her story in her soft, elegant, English accent with "And Martha fell on her ass".

Dinner was extremely enjoyable- they had gyros at American cuisine kitchen and my mood was determined by the rest of today. (Gyros and other Greek food is my favorite food). Food safety was less exciting than the gyro. It is basically a 14 day health permit class for managers. I'll tell you that I don't want to eat ever again after that class...every day.

I also broke my promise to not go out on weeknights. Today's social event was an ice cream social and me and some friends went to see a movie in their dorm after words. It was fun, I'm trying hard.