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Our landlord told us that too, and that she was going to pave over our garden ( ) and our compost heap (double ) My downstairs neighbor seems to have put this on hold, by telling her that if she tried to pave over the compost, she'd find it in its new home--the backseat of her car. I found this extremely funny.

Awbrig?

Sometimes . . . a few drinks are all you need.

Ha ha! Silly git. I threw several huge mixer-bowls full of scraps onto my compost heap. I'm thinking about asking my Chef if I can start taking the scraps home from school. Our class, what with the tourne, produces a LOT of scraps lately.

I agree. I've used both knives (paring and bird's beak) and at this stage in the game I find the curved knife is more comfortable for me to hold (for tournes). I have an exam tomorrow where we have to cut 4 tournes also, but out of reds. Mine are starting to resemble real tournes . . . but those damn 7 sides! But does anyone actually prepare them this way at home? Just to show off? Or in the professional arena? It seems I remember something from "Kitchen Confidential" about being in a cellar prep kitchen tourneeing hundreds of potatoes . . . my nightmare, right there.

Whoa.

I've had boys bring me pears. I love pears. I'm all about a boy cooking for me, no matter what they make. Or how many dishes. And if I'm cooking for a boy, damnit, they'd better recognize.

Just wondering if anyone actually cuts their potatoes (or other vegetables) like this in the real world. After going through about 20 lbs of potatoes as practice last night . . . my hand hasn't ached this badly since Hanon. And that bird's beak knife is one mean, sharp little bastard. Any stories?

Olallieberry. Hmm. Last night a friend from school made some nice ribeyes, potatoes, etc. Pedestrian ( ), but better than nothing. This was after sitting on my porch practicing our tourne cuts for hours, so it was very welcome.

Meh. Easier than wrangling a drunk boyfriend into bed. Let him sleep on the damned floor. Wrangling him into bed - nothing to do with sleeping But if he's drunk, can he, er, um . . . ??? That's what I'm sayin'!

What's olallieberry?

Meh. Easier than wrangling a drunk boyfriend into bed. Let him sleep on the damned floor.

Jinmyo, forgive ignorance, but . . . what's gojuchang?

Sacre Bleu! One of my friends at school lives in a building that overlooks this establishment. When we're out on his balcony drinking beers, we all spit on it. Of course, we spit on a lot of things from there.

Word.

I wish I had some damn money so I could post on this thread. Oh well, I will continue to live vicariously through you all, until my financial aid check comes.

I will never again carry my knives, rolled in my apron, inside my backpack, and then frantically reach into my bag on the train for my ringing cell phone: "Oh! It's the cute guy from culinary school . . . F***! It's my French knife, meeting the palm of my hand." What the hell. It's met every other part of my hand.

Boar's Head Deli on Belmont and Sheffield is pretty decent. Got some good salami, good proscuitto.

Indeed.

What's a hangover?

Cool Ranch Doritos. Budweiser in a can. $10.99 for 18 at 7-11, too lazy to walk 9 blocks to 1000 Liqours.

I knew it.

Awbrig, It looks beautiful. I'm glad you had a good time. But be honest: that first picture of the almond souffle really ISN'T of the almond souffle, is it?

haide, I am doing that. Maybe someone who is computer-savvy can post a link. Also, I'm 23 years old. You're not too old. For shizzy.

When you have 12 Coronas, you usually end up with pigs in a blanket and Im not talking pancakes!