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Friday, January 26, 2007

"That reservoir of frost and snow..." ~ Jane Eyre

Dust of Snow
The way a crow

Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued
~ Robert Frost

If I could leap into a poem just as Alice leapt into a looking glass, it would be a poem by Robert Frost.

Air temperature here in New York is arctic, as it is in most places on the eastern seaboard. My building is rather dilapidated, so the heater in my classroom has been blowing out cold air. Needless to say, I am wearing earmuffs as I grade literary essays. Thankfully a colleague just came in with his Swiss Army Knife and adjusted the thermostat; its behind lock and key, thanks to the miserly administration, but he managed to get in and ensure that I don't become a popsicle this morning.

Still, I cannot express how happy I am that I saw snow yesterday. It has been the most stressful week - a week I have rued - but the snow falling in thick flakes yesterday calmed me so very much. I love blankets of snow because I love staying under my blankets in such weather, reading good novels and listening to Handel. I am on a Handel kick of late.

I love walking in snow after a storm when the sun shines brightly off of the snow, making it sparkle. The world is quiet, save a few churchbells I hear from a church close to my home, and a few children screaming as they stuff a carrot into a snowman's head to make a nose and wrap an old tattered scarf around his neck.

Yesterday's dust of snow makes me long for the serenity that I always find after a snowfall; something Frost captures so well in his poetry.

Monday, January 22, 2007

"Jane, I have your little pearl necklace at this moment..." ~ Jane Eyre

If the world is your oyster, you have Shakespeare to thank, for he originated the phrase in The Merry Wives of Windsor.

The world is certainly my oyster (and oh I do love oysters on the half shell with hot sauce) and, in honor of the time period Shakespeare wrote in, I believe the time is right to continue to the next phase of being a Renaissance woman.

Of course, it is not as easy or romantic as it sounds.

I did quite a bit of hauling over the weekend: I hauled various books home from the library with titles such as The Perfect Cover Letter, Resume Express, Find Your Calling Love Your Life, and Schott's Food and Drink Miscellany (ok, well this one was not for the same purpose as the others, but what a fantastic read!).

I hauled a small three-tiered letter bin for my desk, a bright orange accordion file, and a small notebook home from Staples. The letter bin is to organize resume materials, the accordion file is for organizing classifieds, and the notebook is to keep a journal of the hour I shall now dedicate daily to finding a new job.

I have no intention of leaving the educational field. My search for a new career is dedicated to finding a place in other various facets of education, whether it be a department in an institution or publishing company. I feel that I lack the energy and will anymore to educate society in my current capacity, but I believe that the same passion and energy can transpose itself into another form of giving back to society. I know this is not going to be easy, but I also know that I am going to have a wonderful job by the time this metamorphosis is over.

There is certainly a great deal of anxiety that comes along with this decision, but as my thoughts and words of changing careers have become movement and action, I feel a sense of excitement swirled in with the mix of anxiety and a sense of freedom that is envigorating. I know this is right; in my gut this feels right.

And once I do have a new job and all is right in my world, I am going to treat myself to a pearl ring.

Thursday, January 18, 2007

Dear Perchester,
Thank you, dear saint, for your lovely ode. Though it took another Amy and endless ranting on my part to have me...uh...us...be the subject of one of your amazing poems, I am nonetheless flattered!
With admiration for your artistry,
Amy I


I invite all of you to please enjoy an adaption of the classic novel Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte on PBS's Masterpiece Theatre this Sunday, January 21st in the evening ~ please check your local PBS listing.

I hope that you enjoy this beautiful story of a young heroine's journey to happiness and love despite many obstacles and tragedies in her life. If you have not read the novel, this is a wonderful opportunity to meet Miss Jane Eyre. There are three other adaptions of the novel, the best one I believe to be the BBC version with Timothy Dalton as Rochester. I do hope that this adaption is true to the spirit of Bronte's tale.


Monday, January 15, 2007

"I could not forego the delicious pleasure..." ~ Jane Eyre

Last year, J. Sarah gave me a gift subscription to Saveur magazine, a must-read for all foodies. One of the magazine's treats is that each year it publishes a special issue and chooses 100 random food-related items and hails them all. 2007 is another fantastic list. Aside from listing some New York City items, it lists Zankou chicken (a chain in California founded by an Armenian man) and Armenian Tahini bread. Trust me, this list is fantastic!

However, Saveur cannot be the be all and end all. So, I have decided to make my own list for 2007 in the spirit of theirs! Of course mine shall be much shorter. To my foodie readers everywhere, enjoy! Perhaps you will take this and make one of your own. To my non-foodie readers, I hope you try some of these items! I gave links as needed! Cheers!

AIMEE'S 20 FOR 2007:

1) *Harissa* - Harissa is an ingredient that is essential in Moroccan cooking. The base includes hot peppers, tomatoes, garlic, and preserved lemons along with a huge mixture of spices. I used it last night in a Nigella Lawson recipe for a Moroccan chicken stew. The spice Harissa has is well-rounded and not overpowering and there are so many versatile uses for it.

2) *Cauliflower* - I have been making recipes from the South Beach Diet recently (I have lost six pounds since New Years!), and one is for mashed cauliflower. It is absolutely delicious and so healthy and it doesnt make me miss mashed potatoes at all! Steam the broccoli and then place it in a food processor. Once it is cut up, remove it and add some fat free half and half, yogurt butter, and some salt and pepper. I keep seeing orange cauliflower and am tempted to try it.

3) *Crockpot* - Lime got me interested in slow cooking when she purchased a crockpot a few months ago. I followed suit and got the same one she did; it is a new toy for me to experiment with! So far I have made one dish, chicken cooked with dill and vegetables, and what it does to meat is just amazing. There is no need to purchase an expensive one, and I find that I am happy with my investment even if I use it once or twice a month.

4) *Loaves and Fishes Cookshop/Viking Store* - I am all set to take my knife skills class at the culinary school Viking has, but the school is also a part of the Loaves and Fishes cookshop. The first store opened in Bridgehampton, and now the new store is just a few moments away from my apartment. The two men who own it are so nice and I enjoy chatting with them. Most of the products are the upper echelon cooking tools, so I expect to splurge only once in a while. Still, I got a Cat Cora cookbook there two weeks ago.

5) *Nigella Lawson* - How can I not place her on the list? I adore her. I adore her accent, her fattening recipes, and her strength of character that is evident both on and off of her show. I own her cookbook How to Eat and I highly recommend it. It even has a wonderful section on cooking for children and babies. I can't wait to make some once Jack gets a few more teeth in!

6) *Jackson Heights* - Jackson Heights is a neighborhood that is located in the northwest section of the borough of Queens. It is also the new nabe that J. Sarah has moved to! Sure, its a gorgeous street, a beautiful house, and has lots of history, but lets face it: Jackson Heights' real claim to fame is the food! So far I have tried four restaurants there already with J. Sarah and I cannot wait to start trying more. I once asked our friend Moo if she would move there with me. She said yes as long as we were both ok knowing we would be 500 pounds each. Sigh. We are not moving there.

7) *Santoku Knife* - I cannot rave enough about this knife. It cuts so well, and although some wrist action is needed to make the perfect cut, it is worth the investment for one. Classic knives are great, but I think santokus are just exceptional.

8) *Van's Belgian Waffles* - They are lowfat, low calorie, and available wheat and gluten free. I cannot believe how yummy these waffles are since they are so good for you. I find them at Whole Foods. They even taste great with the sugar-free maple syrup I put on top of them.

9) *Ali A El Sayed* - Ali is the owner of Kebab Kafe in Astoria, Queens. I have eaten there three times in the past two months; it is a small hole-in-the-wall with Egyptian decor and a kitchen that is storefront. Ali is the chef and host, and I absolutely adore him. He is quite a charmer; if only he were not old enough to be my grandfather, I would marry him just so I could eat his stewed lamb each night.

10) *Better N Peanut Butter* - As delicious as peanut butter is, it is quite sugary and fattening. Fortunately, trader Joe's carries this great alternative with just a few grams of fat and a great flavor. It is really delicious spread on an apple and a great way to get peanut butter taste without any guilt at all. It is also good for topping celery with.

11) *HMart* - HMart is the Korean market by my apartment that opened recently. To say the produce is phenomenal is an understatement. Not only is everything fresh and delicious, it is also quite inexpensive compared to supermarket produce. What is also exciting is finding special foods only related to Korean cooking and cuisine. One is a citron tea. It is a jar of honey and citron that you place two teaspoons in to boiling water. I got some for J. Sarah and myself after we had it at a Korean restaurant last month. The fish selection at HMart is the best, and they even have great sushi each day.

12) *Bella Famiglia pomegranate Sparkling Water* - This Italian import has the best flavor of any sparkling water I have had. It comes in other flavors, like tangerine, and it is so refreshing that I do not crave diet soda anymore at all.

13) *Otto* - Otto is a Bastianich/Batali restaurant that has become a favorite spot of mine to dine for the past year and a half. I never tire of going there and still consider it hot for 2007. It is just north of Washington Square Park. The wine list is amazing, the cheese selection phenomenal (especially the fresh ricotta) and the prosciutto is to die for. Just the wine, cheese, and prosciutto alone is enough to make you forget the amazing pizzas.

14) *Cheerios* - It has been a long time since I have had Cheerios, but recently I have rediscovered this amazing cereal with a whole in it since Jack, my nephew, loves it. He even has a book on Cheerios. Nothing tastes better than a Cheerio given to you by your sixteen month old nephew. Trust me.

15) *Soy Milk* - Don't knock it until you have tried it. Chocolate soy milk is a delicious treat and now companies are making soy milk with no added sugar. I found a low-sugar cappuccino soy milk that is great for making shakes with.

16) *Morton's Creamed Spinach* - I love Morton's steakhouse and consider it my favorite despite visiting many a steakhouse. The wine list is great, the petite filet mignon is perfectly petite, but the creamed spinach is the best thing on the menu. The Ina Garten recipe I found and made for Christmas comes close, especially since both use nutmeg as a part of the seasoning.

17) *Baklava Cheesecake* - J.Sarah's brother made it this past summer with a recipe he created. I tried to duplicate after he gave it to me, but it didnt hold a candle to his. I am not yet a master of phyllo dough, but he certainly is and the crust was just phenomenal. I plan on working out the kinks so this can become a staple in my limited baking repertoire.

18) *First Fridays of the Month Dining* - Each first Friday of the month, I dine out with my friend Sarah and friends. We are all a part of a restaurant club that KeyKey formed. We rotate who chooses what restaurant. This past Friday we went to Coolfish in Syosset; it was so delicious and I actually liked that there were eight of us at a small table; it made dining cozy and fun. Since we are all recovering a bit from the holidays, we decided to do a theme night next month instead and make Italian food and dine at KeyKey's house. I am making gnocci, of course! This type of club is a great one to start with friends, so I hope mentioning this gets a trend going!

19) *Papa Dobles* - This Hemingway cocktail is my new cocktail of choice. It is made with marichino liquor, light rum, key lime juice, and grapefruit juice. Papa knew his cocktails.


20) *Maroni's* - I visited Maroni's this past Saturday evening for the first time, and I hope it will not be my last. This Italian restaurant is an undiscovered hideaway that specializes in a tasting menu that is just amazing. Chef Maroni presents you with small plates of twelve courses. Among the foods we ate this past Saturday evening were homemade meatballs, beef carpaccio, linguini with truffles, gingered shrimp on a skewer, chicken milanese, caviar with creme fresh on a homemade potato chip, oysters on the half shell, and clams oreganato. Who is the we? That is a secret for now. Though perhaps what made the meal so memorable was the company I was with...

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

"Ay, dead as the stones on which her brains and blood were scattered..." ~ Jane Eyre

Blood was all over the hallway outside my classroom this morning just after the bell to end second period rang.

Physical fights are becoming weekly occurrences here at the high school where I teach, though this was the first time one had gotten so severely bloody, as the two students spat blood in each other's faces during the brawl. I cannot give any credit to the administrators or monitors - it took too long for it to be broken up, and so many people were oblivious to the blood; I saw students stepping in it. It was I who screamed, into the face of one administrator, that she had better get someone to clean the biohazard that was in small pools all over various sections of the hallway's floor.

All of my students were late to my class; these are my juniors who have a statewide English lit test to pass in less than two weeks. They came in completely absorbed in the fight. I expressed to them that they are civilized students who are taking a test on literature in two weeks and must focus. They did, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Of course their concentration was broken by all of the commotion that still ensued out in the hallway between cleaning up and such. How does anyone expect me to do my job? I really wonder sometimes. I am tired of my own kind of fighting. I did today and pulled them all back in, but it is exhausting.

What is also exhausting is the continual emotional roller coaster when it comes to the wars going on outside this building as well. There is no escaping bloodshed, as the president is going to address the nation this evening about the war in Iraq. Whilst I loathe Pelosi for dare mentioning cutting funds to the troops, I loathe Bush for sending more in. Bloodshed begets bloodshed. I empathize with all those who love the 20,000 being sent in; there is no chance they are all coming home alive.

And so yesterday and today I read paper after paper from my honors class which are severely cruel in judgment against Lady Brett Ashley in The Sun Also Rises. Granted, this character is the antithesis of many a Victorian heroine. However, Hemingway is clear to state the reason why her promiscuous sexuality becomes a defense mechanism, a route of escapism, and a way to avoid emotional intimacy: she loses her true love when he is killed in WWI. My students don't think that is an excuse for her to behave irrationally and say she needs to get over it; my students do not have one drop of empathy for Brett.

I am sure that if the two boys fighting today were more empathetic individuals, there would have been no bloodshed at my doorway this morning...

Monday, January 08, 2007

"He was moody, too; unaccountably so; I more than once, when sent for to read to him..." Jane Eyre

Rationales Why I, Thursday Next, am in a rare, but quite significantly significant, Bad Mood:

1) One point. ONE POINT. And I shall never, ever see my beloved Tiki Barber play as a Giant again after last night's game. Goodbye Tiki. May you please become an announcer on Fox NFL Sunday so that I don't miss you so much. (sniff) And may you please finally divorce Ginny so I can marry you, my dear sir.
2) I have no sports to watch until the Yankees begin their season in the Spring.
3) Its Monday morning.
4) Its a rainy Monday morning.
5) My coffee cup got soggy because its a rainy Monday morning.
6) D.R. is off to Ranger School for over sixty days and can't contact anyone except on rare occasions between now and his expected graduation in March.
7) Jack is still away with my sister and brother-in-law in the Caribbean for another whole week; I miss my little poofy-headed nephew so very much.
8) It does not look like I will be getting a snow day at all this school year; no cozy pajama days filled with hot cocoa and TLC network in sight. Hell, I wore flip-flops this past Saturday.
9) I literally have Carpal Tunnel Syndrome from all the damn work EHarmony asks me to do.
10) I feel guilty for being in a bad mood over some things that are trite, but I can't help it.
11) I pulled my shoulder muscle while running yesterday, which sounds odd and stupid but it really did happen.
12) Totally random, but I miss Sex and the City. It made Sunday nights before Mondays really bearable.
13) I didnt have the time to read The New York Times yesterday; that hasn't happened in almost a year.
14) Bush is still president.
15) I have a bad headache.
16) I arrived at work, to my classroom at exactly 6:48am this morning - 100 of my juniors take a statewide exam in English in two weeks and I am determined that they all shall pass.
17) NPR reported that Nancy Pelosi is threatening to cut money to the military; Nancy, I love you dearly, but you do not speak for me and 98% of the rest of the Democratic party. So, please shut up, dahling, and figure out ways to lower taxes instead.
18) I hate the fluorescent lights that are shining on me and this computer - my eyes hurt.
19) The number of papers I need to grade today exceeds sixty five.
20) Its only Monday morning.

Sunday, January 07, 2007

"And an honest and happy pride I took in it..." ~ Jane Eyre

Blog and Bloggernity

Readers, as promised, an Austenian post.
You may wish to read the context first: http://www.worldwideschool.org/library/books/lit/ romance/PrideandPrejudice/chap3.html

Mr. Kninely was rough-looking and doglike; he had a gruff countenance, and easy, unaffected manners. His sisters were fine bitches, with an air of decided fashion when it came to leather Coach collars. His brother-in-law, A Naked Manatee, merely looked the mammel; but his friend Mr. Percy soon drew the attention of the room by his fine, short person (as he did play Tiny Tim in A Christmas Carol, which is miraculous since the story has not even been written yet), handsome features, noble mien, and the report which was in general circulation within five minutes and three seconds after his entrance, of his having ten thousand poems a year. The gentlemen, and water mammals, pronounced him to be a fine figure of a man, the ladies declared he was much handsomer than Mr. Kninely, and he was looked at with great admiration for about half the evening, till his manners gave a disgust which turned the tide of his popularity; for he was discovered to be a poet; to be above his company, and above being pleased; and not all his large estate in Bloggyshire could then save him from having a most lyrical, poetic countenance, and being unworthy to be compared with his friend.

Mr. Kninely had soon made himself acquainted with all the principal people in the room; he was lively and unreserved, danced every dance, was gruff that the ball closed so early, and howled of giving one himself at Rottsfield. Such amiable qualities must speak for themselves. What a contrast between him and his friend! Mr.Percy danced only once with Miss Martypants and once with Miss Clearly, declined being introduced to any other lady, and spent the rest of the evening in walking about the room, reciting poetry, speaking occasionally to one of his own party. His character was decided. He was the poetical, most lyrical man in the world, and everybody hoped that he would never come there again, for this was a party of people who loved PROSE! Amongst the most violent against him was Mrs. Next, whose dislike of his general behaviour was sharpened into particular resentment by his having slighted one of her daughters.

Thursday Next had been obliged, by the scarcity of gentlemen, to sit down for two dances; and during part of that time, Mr.Percy had been standing near enough for her to hear a conversation between him and Mr. Kninely, who came from the dance for a few minutes, to press his friend to join it.

"Come, Percy," said he, "I must have you dance, especially since they are playing a tango. I hate to see you standing about by yourself in this stupid manner. You had much better dance."

"I certainly shall not. You know how I detest it, even more so than I detest free verse, unless I am particularly acquainted with my partner. At such an assembly as this it would be insupportable. Your sisters are engaged to British Bulldogs, and there is not another blogger in the room whom it would not be a punishment to me to stand up with besides the two ladies I have danced with already, especially since I doubt any other owns a Shakespeare mini action figure."

"I would not be so fastidious as you are," cried Mr. Kninely, "for a Scooby Snack! Upon my honour, I never met with so many pleasant girls in my life as I have this evening; and there are several of them you see uncommonly pretty."

"YOU are dancing with the only handsome girl in the room," said Mr. Percy, looking at Cora.

"Oh! She is the most beautiful creature I ever beheld! But there is one of her "sisters" sitting down just behind you, who is very pretty, and I dare say very agreeable, though I do hope she prefers me to Daniel Craig. Do let me ask my partner to introduce you."

"Which do you mean?" and turning round he looked for a moment at Thursday, till catching her eye, he withdrew his own and coldly said: "She is tolerable, but not handsome enough to tempt ME; I am in no humour at present to give consequence to young ladies who prefer Ginsberg to Shelley. You had better return to your partner and enjoy her smiles, for you are wasting your time with me."

Mr. Kninely followed his advice. Mr. Percy walked off to recite some Byron; and Thursday remained with no very cordial feelings toward him, but for Peej, a wonky Brit with a true English accent. She told the story, however, with great spirit among her friends; for she had a lively, playful disposition, which delighted in anything ridiculous and anything related to cutletry.

The evening altogether passed off pleasantly to the whole party. Mr. Kninely had danced with Cora twice, and she had been distinguished by his sisters. Thursday felt Cora's pleasure. Birdie had heard herself mentioned to Miss Kninely as the most accomplished peacock in the neighbourhood; and Ryane and Lime had been fortunate enough never to be without partners, which was all that they had yet learnt to care for at a ball. They returned, therefore, in good spirits to Blogbourn, the village where they lived, and of which they were the principal inhabitants. They found Mr. Next still up. With a book of poetry by Whitman, he was regardless of time; and on the present occasion he had a good deal of curiosity as to the events of an evening which had raised such splendid expectations. He had rather hoped that his wife's views on the stranger would be disappointed; but he soon found out that he had a different story to hear.

"Oh! my dear Mr. Next," as she entered the room, "we have had a most delightful evening, a most excellent ball. I wish you had been there. Cora was so admired, nothing could be like it. Everybody said how well she looked; and Mr. Kninely thought her quite beautiful, and danced with her twice! Only think of THAT, my dear; he actually danced with her twice! and she was the only creature in the room that he asked a second time! Who knew that such a breed could dance the tango, salsa, and electric slide so very well?"

"If he had had any compassion for ME," cried her husband impatiently, "he would not have danced half so much! For God's sake, say no more of his partners. O that he had sprained his paw in the first place!"

"Oh! my dear, I am quite delighted with him. He is so excessively gruff and slobbery! And his sisters are charming bitches. I never in my life saw anything more elegant than their pedigree I dare say they must have been at Westminster this past year..."

Here she was interrupted again. Mr. Next protested against any description of their shiny coats. She was therefore obliged to seek another branch of the subject, and related, with much bitterness of spirit and some exaggeration, the shocking rudeness of Mr. Percy.

"But I can assure you," she added, "that Thursday does not lose much by not suiting HIS fancy; for he is a most structured, romantic man, not at all worth pleasing. So high and so conceited in his verse that there was no enduring him! He walked here and quoted Shelley, and he walked there and quoted Silly, fancying himself so very great! Not poetical enough to dance with! I wish you had been there, my dear, to have given him one of your pieces of prose. I quite detest the man."

To be continued...

Saturday, January 06, 2007

Christmas 2006 - Photo Highlights
Armenian Christmas is January 6th, so I am posting my favorite photos from Christmas Day! I was very fortunate that day to have a house filled with so many people I love.

D.R. and me - the best of friends together at the table.

Taking a break from the kitchen (hence my apron) to open up my cloak and cap from Banana Republic, a gift from Jack and his parents!

Jack very happy with D.R.'s present - a working toolbench.

Apparently, TMX Elmo was not the hot toy of Christmas 2006.

Taking a break from the unwrapping frenzy!

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

"After a considerable pause..." ~ Jane Eyre

Sometimes what I desire the most in life is to pause time.

Many artists have tried to do so, especially Spanish painters who captured bodegons.

I stare at a bodegon hanging on the stark white walls of the rotunda of the Guggenheim, desiring the moment to somehow frame itself as Valazquez's sweets have. Despite some past obstacles, and with a certainty of future ones, life is sweet in this particular moment - this moment as I stare into a paused moment in time behind a shoulder I have always loved standing behind.

What then commences is a conscientious effort to frame pieces of the day into my own bodegon because, well, one's bounty can be subjective, can't it? Hence, the next eight hours I work as an artist to try and capture as many stills as I possibly can and imagine my own gallery full of you. A collage of a collection most valuable, indeed.

I see your image reflecting in the glass of one of the paintings, the swimmer, as you walk around the gallery behind me. I push all thoughts swimming in my head of anxiety and wonder away and focus on your definitive profile, unbeknownst to you, admiring its composition. I observe the way your fork rounded the entire crust on the top of the macaroni and cheese at Artisinal and frame you in the middle of the bistro as you smile. (I think of the first meal I ever ate with you at a banquet table in a hall built almost two hundred years ago - another painting from another period) I turn my head around and view the smirk on your face, full chroma, after trying to enter the subway turnstile with me, admiring the angles your cheeks form as they smile. There is asymmetry in the way your eyebrow raised as I ordered a second glass of Nero D'Avola; it remained in the same position for a good hour and a half after that as I am careful to walk down 5th Avenue without giving anything away. The subway ride is made up of various collages, my favorite being our heads tilting to talk to one another admidst the crowded car. I watch you stare at the Egyptian art on the wall of the cafe as you tell me Egyptian art does not impress you, which I find ironic because I would slab build you a Pyramid if you asked me to.

More bodegons followed, more shall follow, but none will ever capture the light I felt being in the dark on this day you were a masterpiece on the canvas of my heart.

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

"This was not done with a knife..." ~ Jane Eyre

A warning for all…

I am improving my knife skills.

Last week I purchased my ultimate culinary weapon of choice: the santoku knife. The knife, made my Wusthof, was as expensive as a Coach handbag. I would rather have the knife.

The Santoku Knife
The santoku bōchō (三徳包丁) or bunka bōchō (文化包丁) is a general-purpose chef's knife originating in Japan. Its unshouldered blade, which is typically between five and eight inches long, has a flat edge and a dull back which curves down near the point to a tip angle of around 60 degrees. The top of the santoku's handle is in line with the top of the blade, giving the chef's fingers plenty of room underneath. The word santoku means "three good things," a reference to the three cutting tasks it performs: slicing, dicing and mincing.

My gym is next door to both Viking and Fishes and Loaves stores in Garden City. The other day, after my workout, I walked in, black ski cap en tete, ready to become a warrior in the kitchen.

I was told that Viking’s culinary classes cater to each individual and that I would be able to work the entire class with a santoku. Hence, on the evening of Monday, March 12th, I will be taking my first knife skills class. Until then, I shall continue some novice warm-ups with my santoku in my kitchen.

Allez-cuisine, dahlings.

Monday, January 01, 2007

"And its newly-risen crescent..." ~ Jane Eyre
A New Year's Post, a la Bridget Jones. Happy New Year, Chaps!


Drink Merlot. I did a few blends this past year. Its time to let the grape go.

Waste money on: every other shade of lipstick at the Mac counter, scented lotions that I already have a plethora of, hairdresser blowing hair out straight (must embrace curls).

Fall for any of the following: doctors, men who still live at home, commitmentphobes, immature fops, emotional fuckwits, Mets fans, men who only drink American beer.

Get annoyed with every other member in my department.

Get upset over men, but instead be outwardly poised and appear as cool ice-queen. Think Narnia, people.

Buy another pair of Uggs as much as I want to.

Purchase a toy for Jack until his birthday in September, as the child seems to own his own branch of Toys-R-Us at the moment.

Continue taking DVDs from sis's collection, such as Walk the Line and Pride and Prejudice, but purchase my own copies.

Eat veal.

Give up coffee. Ever. (Drinking a rich cup of Kona coffee at the moment)

Roll my eyes, groan, sigh, bitch, and curse each time I log on to EHarmony.

Purchase a Lazaro lime-green dress for J. Sarah's wedding, as much as I love the cut.


Be a size 4 by her wedding.

Work on my running time.

Take a knife skills class at the Viking Store since I bought myself a santoku knife for Christmas.

Take a language class at the new Berlitz school that literally opened up around the corner.

Change career and find a new job.

Get a laptop.

Eat more salmon.

Start the novel that is in my head.

Stop speeding.

Get a stovetop expresso maker.

Purchase a stunning right hand ring for myself.

Be more diligent about returning emails and calls quicker.

Learn to meditate.

Win bet I have going with D.R. where the winner chooses own adventure in the Spring.

Contemplate moving to Queens just because J.Sarah would be around the corner.