The Roomies
I just thought I'd let you all know who I'm living with right now. So that when I get in trouble, you'll all know who to blame. Because I'm Josh, and therefore innocent of all charges.
First off, there's Mike. The first of my Culinary school buddies.
Mike was the first friend I made at Culinary school, and he proved to be my number one competition throughout most of it. He usually managed to edge me out by the least little bit on every test and report card. He's extremely passionate about fine dining and serving elaborate, delicious plates. Sometimes his visions of granduer get ahead of practicality, and I have to bring him down to earth a little bit. But that in turn just inspires me to even greater acts of culinary prowess. Lets say he errs on overdoing it, and I err on underdoing it. Together we balance quite nicely. I'l give it to the man, he can cook. But he's a bit of a doofus.
Next off is Erin, the second of my culinary buddies.
Erin is a tiny girl with a big heart. She's like the Grinch after he heard all the Whoo's singing Christmas Carols. Full of bubbles and cheer and smiles. But underneath it all is a clever, calculating, organized mind. She rarely misses a thing, and if you give her half a chance, she'll soon have you doing things her way, and thinking it was your idea in the first place. Because I know this, I can be a stubborn ass sometimes and do the exact opposite, just to show I can't be "manipulated." which makes things difficult. I dig in my heels when I should compromise, or listen to her perspective fairly.
Third is Brendon. Our very own Veteran of the industry.
Don't let the picture fool you. Brendon has been cooking in his dad's Greasy spoon restaurant since he was 14. He's faster, more organized, and more scarred than all of us put together. He's demanding, uncompromising, and doesn't give a flying squirrels hide if he pisses you off in the process. In other words. He'll make an excellent restuarant chef. He also watches out for his buddies when they're in trouble. Even if he got them there in the first place. (think Hyde off of "That 70's Show) I'm fairly certain that as soon as Brendon gets back to Vancouver. He'll start up his own restaurant, and be offering us jobs, most likely peeling potatoes or washing dishes. If you respect Brendon, you'll get along just fine with him.
These were the first to join me on my trip across the country. I won't pretend that we get along all the time. Or even that we get along most of the time. But we still manage to live together, without killing each other. Even though we've all got lots of very sharp knives.
On the next episode of "Days of our Maryland Lives." I'll introduce Shawn and Brad. The newest of my cooking colleagues.
First off, there's Mike. The first of my Culinary school buddies.
Mike was the first friend I made at Culinary school, and he proved to be my number one competition throughout most of it. He usually managed to edge me out by the least little bit on every test and report card. He's extremely passionate about fine dining and serving elaborate, delicious plates. Sometimes his visions of granduer get ahead of practicality, and I have to bring him down to earth a little bit. But that in turn just inspires me to even greater acts of culinary prowess. Lets say he errs on overdoing it, and I err on underdoing it. Together we balance quite nicely. I'l give it to the man, he can cook. But he's a bit of a doofus.
Next off is Erin, the second of my culinary buddies.
Erin is a tiny girl with a big heart. She's like the Grinch after he heard all the Whoo's singing Christmas Carols. Full of bubbles and cheer and smiles. But underneath it all is a clever, calculating, organized mind. She rarely misses a thing, and if you give her half a chance, she'll soon have you doing things her way, and thinking it was your idea in the first place. Because I know this, I can be a stubborn ass sometimes and do the exact opposite, just to show I can't be "manipulated." which makes things difficult. I dig in my heels when I should compromise, or listen to her perspective fairly.
Third is Brendon. Our very own Veteran of the industry.
Don't let the picture fool you. Brendon has been cooking in his dad's Greasy spoon restaurant since he was 14. He's faster, more organized, and more scarred than all of us put together. He's demanding, uncompromising, and doesn't give a flying squirrels hide if he pisses you off in the process. In other words. He'll make an excellent restuarant chef. He also watches out for his buddies when they're in trouble. Even if he got them there in the first place. (think Hyde off of "That 70's Show) I'm fairly certain that as soon as Brendon gets back to Vancouver. He'll start up his own restaurant, and be offering us jobs, most likely peeling potatoes or washing dishes. If you respect Brendon, you'll get along just fine with him.
These were the first to join me on my trip across the country. I won't pretend that we get along all the time. Or even that we get along most of the time. But we still manage to live together, without killing each other. Even though we've all got lots of very sharp knives.
On the next episode of "Days of our Maryland Lives." I'll introduce Shawn and Brad. The newest of my cooking colleagues.
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