Okay, so these past few months have been…I don't know what's the word? Bird…no seriously, I guess hellacious would be the word to sum it up. I've been staying with Wei for the last 6 4 months. Study for my series 56 exam, which just crumbled on top of me. I know more about stocks and options and AML rules then I could ever possibly want to imagine. That's 200 hours I'm never getting back, which was all for naught. I've been looking for new recipes to cook up, new apartment in a new city to find, and all in all the excitement of not knowing what I am doing in my thirties has struck me blind and dumb. Thirty is off to a great start.
Look, I'm not even sure anymore what I'm writing in here. I was honestly thinking of making this a solid food blog, or something kooky and exciting like that. But I'm going to be one hundred percent real here. This blog was never meant to be that. This blog was here to let me get shit off my chest, talk what was on my mind, and throw ideas out there. I'm going to continue writing about food, music, work, life, and all that other hogwash I'm known to writing because honestly, I have a ton of free time at the moment, and the job hunt is going.
So, speaking of job hunts, I've been applying to everything. Between going back to a legal firm, to finance, to writing for social media sites, I'm all over this map. I think I said it before, thirty is turning into a hell of a year. Hah! The year of the unknown abyss. That's what this is turning into, oof fah.
Anyway, lets talk about this movie Chef. So Jon Favreau is a fine dining chef who is then critiqued and lambasted by one of the most famous food critics in the world. His world comes crashing down after his implosion on the critic is recorded and plastered all over the internets, and he succumbs to opening a food truck. Look, I'm not saying I'm the greatest chef on earth, hell I'm not saying I'm a chef at all. I'm a guy that loves food, knows a lot about food, and know my way around beignets to ike jime fish. The idea of opening a food truck has always been in the back of my mind. I'm been contemplating it for years. After many failed attempts to open a restaurant, maybe it is time for me to open a food truck. Maybe it's time to look into buying a 15K-20K truck, and just decking the shit out of it and driving all across this great land of ours to spread the joy I want. I only want one thing in life and that is to bring happiness to people with my food.
Well I guess I'm going to make Cuban sandwiches tomorrow. Then again I'm doing it my way with an Asian twist. Roasted an entire pork butt for last 8 hours. Soy, cinnamon, whole star anise, fish sauce, hoison, five spice, ginger, salt, pepper, and garlic. It was what I imagined, next step is making this Cubano and seeing how an Asian twist works with this sandwich against the original mojo. I will keep you guys posted.
