Post by TAMER MARIE JOHNSON on Jan 27, 2012 23:57:24 GMT -5
The good thing about art school, Tamer Johnson thought, was that there was plenty of coffee around. True, she wasn't exactly up until five in the morning like some of the visual arts students, but she was in a course that pushed her to come up with cohesive menus, which meant a lot of trial and error cooking in her own kitchen. That meant lots of cleaning. And more cooking. And tasting. And rolling around on the floor positive that she'd never look at another plate of food ever again.
The last had not yet kept her down completely. So she had her laptop, Bidoof, opened in front of her as she looked up ingredients and reviewed her notes typed up in Word to find the connections between a full menu. But concepts for non-pastry foods were a little difficult. So she got sidetracked more often than not by Tumblr and Facebook, where some of her friends had started up a comment thread about The Last Airbender; this was cup number three of coffee, and to say she was wired would probably be an understatement. Still, she kept her place in her seat, rapidly scanning her Dash and reblogging Avatar gifs (particularly Sokka reactions) like a champ, twirling her hair absently and quickly through her fingers. When she got home, she would be getting down to it and cooking away for hours, making sure that everything was just right.
The quicker she could get this over with, the quicker she could get back to baking up a cupcake storm, and maybe try branching out to pies. Those were flavors that she could work with much more easily and naturally. Call it intuition.
The last had not yet kept her down completely. So she had her laptop, Bidoof, opened in front of her as she looked up ingredients and reviewed her notes typed up in Word to find the connections between a full menu. But concepts for non-pastry foods were a little difficult. So she got sidetracked more often than not by Tumblr and Facebook, where some of her friends had started up a comment thread about The Last Airbender; this was cup number three of coffee, and to say she was wired would probably be an understatement. Still, she kept her place in her seat, rapidly scanning her Dash and reblogging Avatar gifs (particularly Sokka reactions) like a champ, twirling her hair absently and quickly through her fingers. When she got home, she would be getting down to it and cooking away for hours, making sure that everything was just right.
The quicker she could get this over with, the quicker she could get back to baking up a cupcake storm, and maybe try branching out to pies. Those were flavors that she could work with much more easily and naturally. Call it intuition.