Diary of The Food Whore

So, I did come back from Vacation.  

Ohhhhh so lovely, my vacation… so very lovely.  I became a better version of me.  The version that recovered quickly to the idea that a strawberry daquiri poolside will set you back a $20 spot, and a couple of poached eggs and toast wheeled in on a linen table at breakfast will deplete your funds another $70.   But I did not care.  I walked the beach at 6:00 a.m., listened to the sound of the ocean from my patio, and watched jets fly.

I am sure its cliche’, but please do yourself a favor and book a stay at the Hotel del Coronado.   Dine al fresco at 1500 Ocean.  And build a fire on the beach.  It will make your world a better place.  

It made my world a better place. So much better, in fact, that I am still bitter about the fact that I had to come home.   But I’m working on that.

Kinda.  I mean, obviously if I use the word :”bitter”, my world is not better so much.  *sigh*  So complicated…

My first Trick back was a lovely party for 100.  Sinatra was playing on the speakers, twinkle lights glistened around the lake.  People were happy sipping wine and swaying to the sound of a the light breeze playing off the tall grass.   Which is good, because they did not hear me say in the kitchen, “HOLY SHIT IT IS NOT WORKING!” 

I didn’t actually scream that so much as I did mouth it to The Partner.  We had about 45 minutes to go until service when I decided to check the oven (never assume, people) and realized not only was the oven down, the grill top and broiler were down, too.  And the Maintenance Man had just left for the night.    The controlled chaos that ensued after was a firestorm of hustling what did manage to get cooked to the warmer, and what did not get cooked to a makeshift stove on a small table out behind the clubhouse.   And by makeshift small stove I mean a camping stove and a small non stick pan.   And yes, you too can cook 200 chicken satay in this very method.   Just be sure to have a towel standing by for the sweat beads that will most certainly want to pour from your forehead.   What got me through that moment was repeating over and over, “Yesterday I was eating a strawberry tart with buttercream while dipping my feet in the ocean… ”

That thought worked for about all of 3 minutes, because I soon realized I needed to focus on the task at hand.  I needed to get back into my groove of doing what I do, being who I am.  And we pulled it out, people had a fantastic time, food was awesome, and Sinatra was just as dreamy as ever.

So - stay at the Del.  Relax on the beach.  Eat strawberry and buttercream tarts.  And be sure that after you finally get your website and domain name back that you are careful to write your passwords down.  Because coming back from vacation and trying to prove who you are to people on the other side of the screen is a real bitch.

Good to be back. 

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