First of all Happy Birthday to My Isi! ( for those of you confused: Isi is the Finnish word for Daddy) I am one blessed girl to have such a good and wonderful man as my father and I truly hope that as he reads today’s edition he is smelling duck, bread dumplings, and cabbage for dinner with a good Mississippi Mudd cake in the near future! Love you and cannot wait to see you! Mentally singing to you now :)
I just spent the last few hours typing up journals for my homework. It wasn’t the fun kind of writing that this is. I wish I could just submit all of these entries… they would be more interesting to read then how I used my knowledge in safety and sanitation or how I did in production and presentation methodology… There is only so many interesting things I can say… I’d much rather talk about big fluffy clouds and my new and absolutely fantabulously warm hat. I was walking to the lobby with my scull all warm and toasty :) It is a dry night as well… Uggs on! No squishies. It can get as cold as it wants tonight… I’m prepared!
The ground was all sparkly and frosted this morning. From seeing my breath to fruit tartlets and cheese cakes, champagne ganache truffles, making roses and cats out of marzipan… yeah… good day. These little perks made up for the wretchedly dry beef cubes in today’s featured stew at lunch. They turned to powder in my mouth as I chewed… Oh dear… I even had to help the peas go down my throat with my water… yup. From now on, if it is a stew I’ll stick to a sandwich.
The world of pastry hasn’t been the busiest place here in the world of Sonnenalp but it certainly is fun. Everyone is joking around and the chef is a really nice guy, patient enough to show me the art of rose making… I suck at making roses… tried it during my other classes… I think I made a total of one good one out of fifty something? But today I was inspired by watching his rough and worn hands, set aside my doubts, and conquer the rose. I’ll take a picture of my efforts when I take them home :) I didn’t do a bad job either… not amazing, but not bad!
One aspect of downstairs that I could do without…the radio. I generally like listening to music as I work but not this station. … It is a pure torture. No. I’m not kidding… It starts off all innocent: light polka and an occasional yodelish tune, but then an hour or so into the morning and it changes to half 70’s disco other half cheesy mishmash of easy listening… and then the “best” songs repeat. You know how much quality went into the wording when you’ve never heard it before but can still sing along. Oh yeah… That good.
Three weeks and five days till I am officially done here.
Four weeks and five days till I am back in America
Five weeks and a day till I am back in Miami.
Goodness… Time is starting to fly a bit faster
Some guy is playing the piano and singing “Let it Be…” Don’t really want that stuck in my head… Running from Lobby at full speed! Goodnight!
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