Proper Utensils

So I'm making dinner for five women and myself sometime soon. As most of you know cooking is a hobby of mine and a genetic contribution from so many of the men and women with whom I share blood. In the cooking tradition my second piece of reading material for the year is Kitchen Confidential by Anthony Bourdain, a really dope piece of nonfiction that's crucial for any foodie. The cool thing about is it that many of the tips her gives to amateur cooks are things that I was at least remotely aware of. Others commended my intuition for avoiding certain kinds of practices and even certain kinds of meals at restaurants. Combined with his two shows on cable Bourdain seems like that kind of asshole who I would love to kick it with. Shoutout to my boy K for putting me on to him.

Anyway, as work about my culinary skills has gotten around via this blog, I'm being commissioned to do a nice little dinner for some new friends who are truly good people. I won't post the menu until I've given it a trial run (which folks like Byron, Negarra and Seda) may benefit from, but I will say that I'm making chicken in a special liqueur and a pasta sauce that was a hit the last time I used it. These days making menus is almost as exciting as working on scripts. So who knows? If any of you folks want to brave hiring me our for a social affair feel free to hit me up wherever you might find me.

Outside of that today is the first of a ten-day semi-vacation from my kids, which is a good thing as myself and my bosses (who include a woman who taught in prisons out west for a long time) have a lot of things to iron out. But I did get most of them through Scrabble yesterday, which was a feat indeed. My best student is a little boy of ten or eleven whose English is so-so but who managed to beat three black girls and Dominican fluent in English. And he only needed real help from my intern (who translates for him) in the last 20 minutes. What can I say? Genius is genius.

I do hope that no one woke up this morning with too much of a love hangover. I myself settled on chicken with red beans and rice, some kale, tequila shots and a much needing venting session about my current state of affairs with my homegirl Laala out in LA, whom I miss dearly. I woke this morning so fresh and so clean, and by a half-ago was marveling at the way the people upstairs get it all to work. The biggest thing I learned about myself today is that I can sometimes have waaay to much pride. Most of the folks I help, even if its small ways, love to help me in return.

With that being said, the showers all calling. I'm having sushi and saki with Rich and the crew tonight. Semora, I need a plus one for the first. Hit me. Out.