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Friday, December 17, 2010

Choklit Blog #74: 10 Things That Bother Me

  Even though these are all numbered, they are in no particular order. I just thought it would seem more dramatic and interesting if I counted them down as if I was slowly working my way to the one thing that bothers me more than anything in the world.  But no… that’s not how it works.
#10 People sitting on my bench.  There’s a bench at my school that I basically own.  I practically live on it, and I frequently get comments from people about how much time I spend there.  There should be a plaque over that bench with my name on it.  But some days, when I get to my bench to sit down, someone is already sitting there… and it’s never just “someone.”  It’s always several people who are quite large, with about a foot of space between each of them.  That way, they can take up my entire bench.
(Actually, sometimes it is just one person.  That doesn’t bother me, though.)
#9 Slacking off.  I’m sure anyone reading this has heard the horror stories of all the slackers I’ve ever met in my entire life.  I’m especially annoyed by people who slack off in college.  I honestly do not understand the mentality that says “This is going to count toward my grade.  I think I just won’t do it.  Maybe I’ll turn it in a week late.  Why come to class?  It’s just my grade.  I think I’ll walk in twenty minutes late every day.”  If you’re not going to do the work, don’t pay to go to college.  Please… for all of our sakes.
#8 Stupid questions.  My favorite stupid question was asked halfway through the year in my ninth grade spanish class: “Mr. Cancino, what does buenos dias [pronounced “byoonis die-us”] mean?”  Mr. Cancino had greeted us every morning so far by saying “buenos dias.”  Although it was funny, I felt like beating my head against a brick wall to cleanse my mind from the stupidity it had just endured.  I also just love when people use class time to ask questions that are answered in the syllabus, or questions that the teacher has just answered ten times.  And please don’t ask me about something you have no reason to care about, or about what I just said to someone else.
#7 Bad writing.  I know it’s cruel to be so aggravated by something that so many people can’t help, but if I was only bothered by things that people can help, then… well, I would still be annoyed by a lot of things.  Anyway, I’m always very greatly displeased when I attempt to read something, but I can’t because there’s no punctuation, half of the words don’t actually exist, and the writer has completely changed direction in middle of a sentence.  I also hate when someone writes a paper or a blog or something like that, and it has no direction, organization, or flow… it’s just a collection of random sentences about the same topic.  If you can’t write, please please please don’t write.
#6 Poorly written song lyrics.  This is, in fact, different from bad writing.  Bad writing applies more to things that are intended to be read, unlike song lyrics, which are intended to be put to music and listened to.  When someone writes a song that is completely uncreative and unoriginal, has no interesting words, has a boring rhyme scheme, and/or lacks any sort of substance, then that person should promptly throw their song lyrics into a really big fire.  That’s right, Ke$ha (I mean, Ket¢hup), your songs should be burned at the stake.
#5 Girls who insist that they’re ugly and fat.  Believe it or not, girls, I’m getting quite tired of going on Facebook to see you comment on every single picture of yourself that “ewwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!! like i luk sssoooooooo uglllyyyyyy heerrrr!!!! deleettteeee!!!!!”  Everyone is probably ugly in someone’s eyes.  Everyone is also probably attractive in someone’s eyes.  Ugliness is subjective and cannot accurately be declared as a fact.  If you think you’re ugly and you wish you looked like someone else, then you would probably still feel the same way if you looked different.  You’re not ugly- you’re insecure.  It’s not helping you any to let the whole world know it.
#4 People who beg celebrities to tweet them back or reply to them on Facebook.  It’s especially annoying when said celebrity replies and encourages such behavior.  Why don’t you have anything better to do with your time?  And don’t you think celebrities get annoyed by people who act like that?  Does it make you happy to think your favorite celebrity is sitting there going “WHY won’t this person just shut up already?!?!”  I think it’s hilarious, though, when girls who are like thirteen take a picture with a band, post it on Facebook, tag the band members, and then comment back and forth “aren’t they like super hotties??????” “yeah, they’re soooo hot!!!!” “i’m totally marrying all of them!!!!”  It’s not like they’re going to comment back “You’re hot too! Let’s get married!”  If they see your comments, they’ll most likely think you’re creepy and stay away from you.
#3 Improperly pronounced words.  When people say words wrong, it sounds to me like fingernails on a chalkboard.  Welcome to perfectionism.  If I correct you, it’s because I care too much about you to let you embarrass yourself in front of the entire world.  Or it might be because I’m starting to feel physical pain.
#2 Teenagers in “relationships.”  Now, I’m not saying I have a problem with people dating if they’re under the age of twenty... plenty of people get married when they’re eighteen and nineteen.  What I have a problem with is people (usually girls, and usually under the age of sixteen) who “date” someone (which doesn’t actually mean they go on dates since neither of them is old enough to drive), then go around saying they’re in love, they’re never going to break up, they promise nothing will ever change and they’ll be in love forever... and then a week later they’re with someone else, saying the same things about that person.  Just the amount of pure ignorance required to act like this blows my mind.  Please grow up.
#1 Confinement.  Being confined in any way, shape, or form scares me. The end.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Choklit Blog #73: Epic Accounts of Candy-Making, Week 13

November 23, 2010.

       Today we put together our pastillage centerpieces.  Now all we have left is our written final, which we’re not worried about, since we all know we’re going to fail.

       The first order of business today was to build a box out of dried pastillage and royal icing.  Then we had to find and mark the center of the top of the box, and, of course, Chef Gronert tried to tell me I was doing it the wrong way.  I didn’t listen.

       Then we had to remove our ornaments from the plastic sheet protectors we had piped them on by sliding a pallet knife under each ornament.  This wasn’t really a problem for me with my large ornaments, but even though I had made extras, I broke way too many of my small ones.  I ended up having to glue eight of them back together and use them anyway.  After we got the ornaments off the sheet protectors, we just had to glue them on top of the box with royal icing.  It was pretty easy.

       I ran into one problem that I could have avoided.  The colors on my large ornaments had run together, some pretty badly.  I was told by one of my other instructors, Chef Vein, that if I had let the outlines dry longer, then the black wouldn’t have run.  Let me rephrase that: If I had piped all of my outlines last Tuesday and had filled them all when I came back on Friday, then not only would my colors have matched much better, but they wouldn’t have run so badly and I would have saved money on food coloring.

       Overall it was a pretty good day, but then Chef Gronert had to ruin it by putting royal icing on my super expensive 54 cent sunglasses… twice.  My lovely classmates wanted me to put some royal icing in his briefcase while he was out of the room, but unfortunately, I’m smarter than that.

Choklit Blog #72: Epic Accounts of Candy-Making, Week 12

November 16, 2010.

       Remember that super fun final exam we had a few weeks ago where we got to experience the wonderful privilege of piping for an entire class period?  We got to do that again!  This time it was a little bit easier because we were pretty much just tracing pictures, and we didn’t have a time limit.  Well… we sort of did have a time limit.

       I was under the impression that we would be given enough time in class to complete this project.  Unfortunately, that assumption was the furthest possible thing from correct.  It was incorrect.

       Apparently, we’re all going to have to pipe most of our ornaments for our centerpieces at home.  Then we get to attempt the simple and enjoyable task of transporting our extremely delicate ornaments from our houses to class next Tuesday morning.

       Today I almost finished six of my large ornaments.  I started off just outlining all of the ornaments so they could dry thoroughly before I filled in the colors, but Chef Gronert told me that I had to fill them before class was over since I couldn’t take the outlines home and fill them there.  So I stopped outlining and started filling.  I finished just in time, so I was excited that I wouldn’t have to come by later in the week to fill them.  Then Chef Gronert told me I needed to fill in all the empty spaces with white, which means I’ll have to come back in sometime before next Tuesday to do it.  Well, if I had just done all of my outlines today and hadn’t bothered with the colors yet, then I could have just come in on Friday and done all the colors.  That way it would be much easier and actually possible to match all the colors, and I would only have to pipe my small ornaments at home.  If he would just let me do things my way...

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Choklit Blog #71: Songwriting is fun

    As you may or may not know (why do so many of my blogs start that way?), I spend a lot of time sitting around doing nothing at school.  I recently decided to use that time to write songs.  So I've written some songs recently, and I've been waiting for the perfect moment to post them.  This is that moment... because I don't really have anything better to do... so here there are.  Enjoy, or don't.

The first one is called "Relentless."  It's basically about the dangers of praying for something relentlessly without stopping to consider how it will affect other people or whether it's even God's will.

Down on my knees, I made one request
That I refused to put to rest
Cause I'm relentless

Maybe I was a fool for asking
Cause I was the only one in mind
Maybe this infection's passing
But I won't hold my breath this time
Maybe I was desperate, I was clinging
But I swear I wasn't thinking
I hope that I'm sleeping, I pray that I'm dreaming
I cry that, oh God, would you please forgive me?

Down on my knees, I made one request
That I refused to put to rest
Cause I'm relentless
[One request, that I refused to put to rest]
Cause I'm relentless

How can I be happy for myself
When my discontentment's killed someone else?
I've got exactly what I wanted
But I lost so much more in the process
Cause I'm afraid that I'm to blame
As I'm watching everyone around me break
And what I've gained isn't worth your pain
I just hope that you can't read my shame

Down on my knees, I made one request
That I refused to put to rest
Cause I'm relentless

The second one is currently untitled, but it's about being strengthened by faith in God, despite normal human weaknesses.

Sometimes I'm afraid to try
Sometimes I won't look inside my mind
Sometimes, just scared of life
Do you think I'm down?

Some days I cry
Some days I can't look you in the eye
Some days I'm not ready to die
Do you think I'm out?

When I'm on the ground
I'll need more than just a feeling
To pick me back up

I don't need my heart, you can take my mind
They'll only quicken my demise
You can take my emotion, inspiration
Cause I'm built on faith and determination
You'll never weaken my resolve
I may trip, but I'll never fall

Some nights I can't fall asleep
Some nights, can't do anything but think
Some nights I can't even dream
But I'm not going down
I'm not falling out

I don't need my heart, you can take my mind
They'll only quicken my demise
You can take my emotion, inspiration
Cause I'm built on faith and determination
You'll never weaken my resolve
I may trip, but I'll never fall

Self-certainty creates the weak, and it's got no place in me
But I'm aware beyond a doubt that Someone's holding out
Someone's holding on to me
(When I'm on the ground
I'll need more than just a feeling
To pick me back up)

I don't need my heart, you can take my mind
They'll only quicken my demise
You can take my emotion, inspiration
Cause I'm built on faith and determination
You'll never weaken my resolve
I may trip, but I'll never fall

The next one is also untitled at the moment, and it's pretty much about the finiteness of the human mind and having faith.

After all these years
I'm flipping through old pictures
Trying to find proof
That You're not really here

After all these nights
I'm trying to remember what You said
Searching for one word
That will prove You wrong or right
And put my doubts to rest

If I could stretch the edge of my mind
To comprehend the touch of Your fingertip
That's the only thing I'll ever need
If I could stretch out my hand to touch
The beating of the heart inside Your chest
I swear I'd never ask for anything

After all these dreams
I'm wondering if I'd take more comfort
In knowing You're a fake
Or living solely on belief

But after all this time
I really think I'm so convinced
That no amount of fact
Could even try to change my mind
Cause You're the only thing that makes sense

Uncertainty is gripping at my mind
Like I want to grip Your hand
But I'll scream the truth at myself
Even though I'll never understand

If I could stretch the edge of my mind
To comprehend the touch of Your fingertip
That's the only thing I'll ever need
If I could stretch out my hand to touch
The beating of the heart inside Your chest
I swear I'd never ask for anything

Uncertainty is gripping at my mind
Like I want to grip Your hand
But I'll scream the truth at myself
Even though I'll never understand

The last one is called Break. It's self-explanatory. Actually, I guess most of these are, if not all of them.

I never saw this coming
Never though you'd be the one
I saw you moving closer
But I never though you'd take the plunge
And now it's done, you've fallen under
I feel like I'm chasing after thunder
Reaching for you
Why won't you take my hand, don't you understand?

Indecision's on my mind
I want to tear you down
But I want to know you're fine

When you start to shake
I pray it's more than you can take
And when you fall apart
You're always welcome in my arms
When you come unglued
I pray you'll finally see the truth
If that's what it's gonna take
Then I hope to God you break

My days are dragging slowly
Ad you're drowning in your skin
Each night I'm begging for you
That God would pull you from your sins
It feels so useless, I'm confused
I feel like my mind has been abused
Trying to get you
Why won't you take my hand? I don't understand.

This thing is hurting us both
If it's not over soon
Then I don't know how we'll cope

When you start to shake
I pray it's more than you can take
And when you fall apart
You're always welcome in my arms
When you come unglued
I pray you'll finally see the truth
If that's what it's gonna take
Then I hope to God you break

That's all for now. Hopefully I'll have some more done soon. If you happen to read this, feedback would be appreciated. Thank you and goodbye.

Friday, November 26, 2010

Choklit Blog #70: Epic Accounts of Candy-Making, Week 11

November 9, 2010.

       For me and most of my classmates, today was the last day of dealing with our newly acquired enemy, marzipan.  My prediction about my scene was correct... it’s one of the worst-looking in the class, because there’s really not much to it and all my animals look like they were made by a second grader.  The animals are falling over, too... but that’s okay, because they’re doing something exciting.

       Today we started preparing for the project we’ll be working on for the next few weeks-- pastillage centerpieces.  In order to make this centerpiece, we have to build a box out of pastillage, then pipe eight large ornaments and thirty-two small ornaments with royal icing (plus extras in case we break some).  The ornaments dry for a few days, and then we put them on the box.  Sounds easy, right?  We’ll see.  What we had to do today was show Chef Gronert the designs for our ornaments.  He called everyone up front one at a time, looked at their design, and told them all the things that were wrong with it.  After seeing some other designs, I thought mine would be too simple, so I knew he would hate it.  I was wrong.  I was also shocked and amazed.

       When I was called to the front, I was just about to start piping the border around my marzipan dummy cake.  I’m glad that event was temporarily delayed, but I kind of wish I had further postponed it by passing out or something on the way back to my table.  My border was really ugly.  That’s all I have to say on that subject.

       The one thing I was happy with today was my marzipan fruit.  I wasn’t totally thrilled because my cherry didn’t have a stem, I couldn’t fit my last pear on the little fruit mountain, and I almost forgot to powder my peaches, but I think the awesomeness of my limes made up for all that stuff.

Choklit Blog #69: 100 Reasons Why I'm Thankful

       Yes, that’s right, it’s time for my annual Black Friday blog.  Technically it’s my Thanksgiving blog, but I never write it until Black Friday, because I’m too busy eating on Thanksgiving.  I know usually I make a list of like ten things, and one time I did fifty, but this year, I wanted to go even bigger... so here are one hundred reasons why I’ve been thankful at some point in the past year.
  1. God.
  2. My family.
  3. My friends.
  4. My iPod.
  5. The freedom to own a Bible.
  6. The ability to express my thoughts through written words.
  7. Inspiration.
  8. Facebook.
  9. Music.
  10. Manic Drive.
  11. Concerts.
  12. Pastry school.
  13. Band posters and t-shirts.
  14. Converse.
  15. Semester-long classes instead of year-long classes.
  16. Fuzzy socks.
  17. The Coastal Carolina Fair.
  18. Extra credit.
  19. Ted Dekker.
  20. Apricot-scented deodorant.
  21. Salted caramel.
  22. Australian and British accents.
  23. Chapstick.
  24. Sick cornet-making skills.
  25. Notebooks.
  26. Random strangers who become my friends.
  27. My guitars and keyboard.
  28. Determination.
  29. Netflix.
  30. My new old TV.
  31. Hats.
  32. Intelligence.
  33. Leather jackets (and fake leather jackets.)
  34. Cars.
  35. Aviators.
  36. Computers.
  37. FF5DailyDeals on Twitter.
  38. Song lyrics.
  39. CD’s.
  40. Three-ring binders and page dividers.
  41. Football.
  42. Wannamaker park.
  43. Elephant.
  44. My name.
  45. Alarm clocks.
  46. Nutri-grain bars.
  47. Delicious bacon.
  48. Air conditioning.
  49. My house.
  50. Mirrors.
  51. Three-hole punches.
  52. Canada.
  53. Aloe gel.
  54. Coconut-lime scented lotion.
  55. Eyedrops and contact solution.
  56. Contacts.
  57. Glasses.
  58. Hair clips and headbands.
  59. Liquid eyeliner.
  60. Orange-handled knives.
  61. Band-aids.
  62. Hugs.
  63. Hard-working people.
  64. My stereo.
  65. Blogger.
  66. Hairspray.
  67. Hugh Dancy.
  68. Josh Duhamel.
  69. My camera.
  70. Fluffeh bunnehs.
  71. Straight teeth.
  72. Skinny jeans that are designed for females over the age of ten.
  73. Aaron Tomberlin (the guy from aaronsguitarlessons.com).
  74. Cell phones.
  75. Bluetooth.
  76. iTunes.
  77. Awesome belts and belt buckles.
  78. Days off.
  79. Righteous indignation.
  80. Entertaining dreams.
  81. Instructors who go easy on their students.
  82. Vacuum cleaners.
  83. Sales.
  84. Stickers.
  85. Painter’s tape.
  86. Success.
  87. Sleep.
  88. Money.
  89. Health.
  90. Hot water.
  91. Soap.
  92. Hair dryers and straighteners.
  93. Discernment.
  94. Numbers.
  95. Windows.
  96. Enough room in my closet to actually hang up clothes.
  97. Blankets and pillows.
  98. BLT’s with shaved chicken, blue cheese dressing, and scallions.
  99. Nutella.
  100. The Bachelor.

Friday, November 5, 2010

Choklit Blog #68: College and concerts

  It’s been a month since the last time I posted anything other than my epic accounts of candy-making.  That means it’s about time I post something semi-interesting.  The reason I haven’t been writing so much lately is because I’ve been busy with that thing everyone loves: college!  I have several different projects to work on, but of course, I’m blogging instead.  This whole college thing really isn’t my thing.  Graduation should be here pretty soon, though... just six more months!

  If you thought I was about to blog about school, you were wrong.  Oh, so very wrong.  I actually want to talk about an awesome discovery I sort of made... or re-made... last Wednesday: Manic Drive.  Yes, I’m going to talk about them even more.  If you’re friends with me on Facebook, you probably think I’ve recently become obsessed with them, but actually, I’m using a very effective marketing tool- repetition- to make you all listen to them.  It’s working.  

  Until last Wednesday, I actually only knew two of their songs.  Then I saw them in concert, where I heard four of their songs and got to talk to them for about thirty seconds, and by the end of the night I had a new second-favorite band. (FYI: No one replaces Thousand Foot Krutch as my favorite band.  That would simply be unjust.)  Anyway, for everyone who likes great music and insanely friendly people, here are a few of the reasons why I like them so much and why you should too:
1. They make seriously amazing music.  I will admit that I don’t like one of their songs.  It’s called “Hope” and it’s on their new album “Blue”, which is amazing.  I just don’t really like that song.  Other than that, I haven’t heard a single one of their songs that I don’t like.  A few highlights from their new album are “Walls”, “NYC Gangsters”, “Dancefloor”, “Closer”, “Blue”, “Better Man”... wait, that’s already like half the album.  Just listen to the song “Memories” and try to say it’s not amazing.  (For added amazingness, go to Youtube and find a video of them performing the acoustic version).  And it’s not just the music... they write really great lyrics, too.  The music industry seems to have been overtaken by songs that are so completely cryptic that they make no sense and cheesy love songs.  With Manic Drive, you don’t have to worry about running into either of those tragic mistakes, and you’ll find something with a little more meaning.

2. They’re actually nice to their fans at shows.  They were at their merch table during the intermission and after the show, signing autographs and taking pictures with fans.  But they didn’t just sign autographs and take pictures-- they did this thing called “interacting” with their fans.  Most bands seem to have never heard that term before, but these guys have it down.  I remember going to a concert at a theme park when I was fourteen to see a pretty big Christian rock band.  Their autograph line wasn’t very long, but apparently the guitarist and drummer didn’t have long enough attention spans for it.  By the time I got to the table, the two of them were just sitting their chatting with each other and they didn’t even bother to look at me.  They looked kind of like an assembly line.  The guys in Manic Drive weren’t like that at all.  They all complimented my extremely awesome shirt (which I had just bought it from their merch table, but it was very nice of them nonetheless); Michael, the guitar player, made me promise to come back later so I could get a picture with them; Shawn, the lead singer, voluntarily shook my hand; and Dave, the drummer, randomly commented that my cross necklace made it look like the word “maniac” on my shirt had a random “t” in it.  It was almost like a normal conversation between four normal people... it was like they realized that being a band doesn’t make them better than everyone else.

3. They’re also nice to their fans on Facebook.  Have you ever seen a band comment on their fans’ Facebook photos?  I know I hadn’t before, but Manic Drive has a band profile, which they (mostly Dave, I think) use quite often to comment on pictures and posts that fans have tagged them in.  They even used it to assure me that I can give them as many BFF hugs as I want, as long as I’m wearing my Manic Drive t-shirt.  Seriously, what other band does that?

4. They’re Canadian.  Canadian bands basically just win.  When I heard that they were Canadian, they immediately shot up to Thousand Foot Krutch/Hawk Nelson/Manafest status in my book.  I don’t know what it is about Canadians, but they know how to make music.

5. They hate Twilight. The intro for their show was actually a Twilight spoof/mockery about them being vampires and then quitting to start a band.  Then Shawn announced on stage that they all just really hate Twilight.  Much cheering ensued.

6. Their shows are completely, 100% epic.  If you’ve ever read any comments on any Youtube videos of anything they’ve ever done, you’ve probably read something along the lines of “ZOGMYGOSH TEH GUITARITS DID TEH ROBAT WILE EH PLAED GITAR IT WUZ GRATE!11221!!@@@”  That is a true statement.  He does that.  They also taught us South Carolinians this cool Canadian word: “jump.”  Lots of that goes on at their shows too.  If you like high-energy shows where people sometimes fall through the stage and run headlong into drum sets, then Manic Drive is for you.

7. They sell extravagantly large posters at their shows for $5.  I’ve been to a few concerts in my life, and most of the time, you can get a poster for $5.  These posters are usually quite small.  I bought a Manic Drive poster at their show last Wednesday for $5, and I haven’t measured it, but I’d say it’s somewhere around two by three feet.

8. They have metallic Sharpies.  I went to a concert in October of 2009 and bought a poster (a very small one, of course... for $5). I got it signed by the band.  The poster was kind of dark, and they all had black Sharpies.  The autographs are now very hard to see.  I have another poster hanging on my wall that I won from a contest on Facebook.  It was autographed when I got it, in black of course, and it’s also a dark poster.  I forgot it was autographed until I happened to look at it up close the other day.  That does not make me happy.  When I was standing in line to get my Manic Drive poster signed, I dug through my purse in an unsuccessful attempt to find my metallic Sharpie so the autographs would actually show up on my poster, which again, was dark.  I was disappointed when I couldn’t find it, but when I got up to the table, I saw that they all had silver metallic Sharpies.

9. They have cool hair.  I think the reason I appreciate their hair so much is because my computer background is an old picture where one of them had really bad hair.  I die inside a little bit every time I see it, but it’s a nice picture otherwise, so I haven’t changed it.  It helps me to appreciate how far they’ve come in the hair department.

10. Their music videos are indescribably wonderful.  I was watching TVU one day to see the premier of Project 86’s new video, when suddenly my attention was completely captivated by flashy lights and a catchy beat.  I had to find out what this song was... and lo and behold, it was “Walls” by Manic Drive.  It was my second Manic Drive song.  A few days ago, one of my friends told me to watch the video for their song “Music”, and I must have watched it five times.  Between Michael’s priceless facial expressions, Shawn’s shiny silver suit, Anthony’s awkward dancing, and of course, the extremely catchy song, it’s really hard to watch just once.
  Since I’m pretty sure this just became one of my longest blogs, I’ll stop now.  If this was too long for you to read so you skipped ahead to this part, just know that Manic Drive makes great music, they’re very down-to-earth and totally normal guys, they have amazing Sharpies, and they sometimes injure themselves onstage.

Choklit Blog #67: Epic Accounts of Candy-Making, Week 10

October 26, 2010.

  Day two of marzipan.  Technically, this was supposed to be the last day of it, but guess how many people finished today.  That’s right... one!  And guess who it wasn’t.  Right again... me.

  I did come up with an idea for my scene, though.  I’m making elephants and hippos who are playing football and using a mouse as the ball.  I made all my hippos and mice, and I only have one elephant left to make.  Then I have to put some white lines and numbers on a green piece of marzipan that I already rolled out, then set up the animals.  Who picked the easiest idea?  I did!

  I thought my hippos were looking pretty sweet until I saw that one of my classmates was also making hippos and hers were like a million times better than mine.  Unfortunately, hers didn’t have legs, and therefore couldn’t play football, so I couldn’t steal them.

  While I was trying to think of how to make my football field, Chef Gronert insisted on standing over me and saying “That’s not how I would do it” every five seconds.  Well maybe I was using the trial-and-error method to learn a better way to do it.  But if you’re so insistent on telling me I’m wrong, at least tell me how to do it correctly.

  I have a feeling that my scene will be one of the worst in the class.  Do I care?  Of course not.  Wait... perfectionism says yes.  I care.

  In most cases, I would sort of be somewhat okay with it as long as I still get an A in the class, because I’m genuinely not good at modeling marzipan.  In this case, I’m the youngest one in the class, and therefore should have played with play-doh more recently than everyone else... meaning I should be better at it than everyone else.

Choklit Blog #66: Epic Accounts of Candy-Making, Week 9

October 19, 2010.

  I feel like I’m in second grade all over again.  I only spent six weeks in second grade, but it was so traumatic that I remember it quite vividly.  So why was that the first thing to come to my mind when class started today?

  Marzipan.  That’s why.  We’ll be playing with a sticker and tastier version of play-doh for the next couple of weeks, and it’s really not as easy or as fun as it was in second grade.  Not that I ever played with play-doh in second grade—that was fifth grade.

  We have to use marzipan to make a dummy cake with fruit on top, three types each of three different animals, and a scene which may or may not include all of those animals.  The animals in the scene have to be doing something, and Chef Gronert has to be able to tell what they’re doing.  It also has to be exciting.

  I absolutely could not think of an idea for my scene that would be good enough for Chef Gronert’s standards, so I worked on my fruit today.  I got it all modeled and I got about half of it colored.  That means I have next week to finish coloring my fruit, make nine animals, make a scene, pipe a border around my dummy cake, and set up all my fruit.  He said it’s okay if we go into the week after that, but who doesn’t want to be the last one finished?  That’s right.  Me.

  Most of the class made their dummy cakes today, and due to the amount of already-colored green and purple marzipan, and the lack of interest in the clearly easy and enjoyable task of coloring more marzipan, most of them are green and purple.  I guess it didn’t feel enough like elementary school, so we had to throw Barney’s colors in there to make it even better.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Choklit Blog #65: Epic Accounts of Candy-Making, Week 8


October 12, 2010.

  Exam day.  Everyone’s favorite.  I remembered when I walked into class this morning that the practical final wasn’t the only exam today.  We also had a written midterm, which I had completely forgotten about, and therefore hadn't studied.  It was only ten questions, and they were mostly easy.  Then it was practical time.

  This test was kind of like torture in it’s purest form.  Make a piping bag and pipe twenty-five ornaments in twenty minutes.  Take a break for five minutes, then do it again... seven more times.  And to make things worse, we had to draw random numbers to see which ornament we would be piping each time.  We thought it would work in our favor, but it made us have to pipe the hardest ornament twice.  I think it was rigged.

  After each set of ornaments, we would all wait in the hall while Chef Gronert graded our ornaments and then wrote the highest and lowest scores, the class average, and the name of the person with the highest score on the whiteboard.  Besides the person who got the highest score, no one else knew how they did, and Chef Gronert wouldn’t tell us.  That’s why everyone was really worried when the lowest score was thirteen (yes, that’s out of one hundred).  No one really cared, though, when it was negative sixteen, except the people who didn’t pipe all their ornaments.  If we piped twenty-five of the correct ornament, it was basically impossible to get a negative score, because Chef Gronert wanted to force us to pipe something, whether it was pretty or not.  Quantity over quality.  Yeah, he’s definitely trying to be more American.

  There was actually something good that happened today.  Surprise!  Chef Gronert gave us like a million bonus points, probably because if everyone failed, he would look like a bad teacher.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Choklit Blog #64: Epic Accounts of Candy-Making, Week 7

October 5, 2010.

  Remember the six-hour lecture from week one?  I kind of thought that would be the only all-day lecture in this class.  Or at least, I hoped.

  I guess this time it was a little different because most of the day consisted of demos, not just lecture.  Chef Gronert showed us how to make a few different fruits, some cute animals, and a really creepy-looking rabbit out of marzipan.  We also took a break after lecture to prep some modeling chocolate, royal icing, and colored marzipan for the demos.  But either way, we spent pretty much the entire class period sitting on extremely uncomfortable stools.  Fun stuff.

  We did do one other thing.  It took about thirty minutes.  We practiced piping ornaments for our practical final next week.

  Yeah, that’s right; our final exam is on week eight (of sixteen) and has nothing to do with what we’ve been learning in class so far.

  For this exam, we have to pipe eight different ornaments twenty-five times each, with a short break for grading in between each set.  That means we get to pipe two hundred ornaments.  For our practice today, we only piped one type of ornament, and only one person finished all twenty-five in the twenty-minute time limit.  I was not that person.

  The lowest possible score on each set is negative one hundred.  More than one person would have gotten that score if this had been the actual exam.  Again, not me.  My grade would have been 38%.  That’s because I only piped fifteen and a half ornaments and they were all ugly.  That’s because my hand was ready to fall off after the first three ornaments.  I’m just hoping that eventually I’ll be able to grip things again.

Choklit Blog #63: Epic Accounts of Candy-Making, Week 6

September 28, 2010.

  Today was sort of the last day of chocolate.  I’m not sure what that means either.  Since it was sort of the last day we’ll be working with chocolate, it also had to be the messiest, the most painful, the longest, and the most alcoholic.

  First off, I think it’s slightly disgusting that Chef Gronert doesn’t wash his chocolate molds.  They get rinsed with hot water, then they air dry.  I can understand not sanitizing them, but I don’t think a little soap every now and then will ruin anything.  I hope he doesn’t read this, because I don’t feel like listening to a lecture on why it’s bad to eat soap.

  Second, I think it’s ridiculous to rub the inside of each mold with cotton balls to create static before they’re used.  I’ve never heard of anyone doing that before.  Besides, who wants to eat electrically charged chocolate?

  Third, I think it’s ridiculous to say that we can’t touch the bottom of the chocolate molds while we fill them with tempered chocolate because our hands will change the temperature of the chocolate.  The molds aren’t so thin that you can overheat the chocolate in them by touching them on the outside for two seconds.  If they were that thin, they wouldn’t even be able to hold so much chocolate with no support underneath.

  Fourth, I think Chef Gronert needs to stop being so paranoid about his chocolate molds.  If you tap the bottom of the mold with a pallet knife, you’re going to break it, but if you slam the mold on the table at the perfect angle for it to snap in half... nothing bad will happen at all. In fact, that’s what you should do.

  Fifth, raspberry, orange, coffee, and hazelnut should not be inside the same piece of candy.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Choklit Blog #62: The Most Terrifying Moment

  Think back to the most terrifying moment of your life.  You probably remember exactly where you were, who you were with, how old you were, and some surrounding events.  For many people, it probably happened when they were quite young and involved an animal, water, or some indescribably disgusting food.  But I think one thing most people can agree on is that at the moment in their life when they were most afraid... dramatic pause... they were awake.

  I, on the other hand, was asleep.

  The year was 2009.  The day was May fourth, and the time was probably one-something in the morning.  I was in my church.  The building looked completely different than it does in real life, but I think some of the people were the same.  I’m not sure, but that’s not really important.  It was a normal Sunday morning.

  Upstairs, wandering around, was a man no one knew.  No one had seen him before, no one knew his name.  All we knew was that we were all afraid of him.  Why?  Because he was blind.

  Now, I realize that blindness is a ridiculous reason to be afraid of someone; in fact, it’s kind of a reason not to be afraid of them.  But this is my dream world, and it typically doesn’t make sense.  Plus our fear of his blindness is a critical part of the dream.

  So everyone gets scared because this strange guy is blind, and we all run downstairs away from him.  Once everyone has gathered to cower in fear, we notice that he’s taken some captives: two helpless girls, about eleven years old.  There were plenty of able-bodied men (with perfect vision) downstairs in the church, and all of them had the same idea: we need to save ourselves from this super scary guy!  In fact, everyone had that exact plan.  Save yourselves, an old blind man with no weapons might hurt you.

  The church people began calling other people to come get them out of the church before they got hurt.  I think someone may have told the guy upstairs that he should let the girls go, but no one actually did anything to help them.  Everyone was afraid of getting hurt.

  The blind man took the girls out onto a balcony that hung over the sidewalk in front of the building.  He started threatening to throw them over.  What did the church people do?  “Don’t do it!  That’s bad!  Well, I guess there’s nothing we can do.  He might hurt us if we go up there.”

  And so the screaming ensued.  The girls screamed as loudly as they could for someone to help them, but it was too late.  Suddenly the screaming stopped, and then one girl started to scream again.  Only one.  The other girl was dead on the ground in front of the church.

  Everyone downstairs quickly began to panic.  First off, they didn’t want one single man with no weapons to somehow hurt them all.  Second, they didn’t want people to see a dead girl lying on the sidewalk or the church might get a bad reputation.  But they had nothing to worry about, because the cars showed up right then.  Whoever they had called to come rescue us had just showed up with enough cars to transport the entire church body, which was quite large.

  Everyone started to rush out of the building, but I couldn’t leave.  I just stood there screaming “Why didn’t someone help that girl?!  There’s still one up there, why don’t some of you men go help her?!”  I was assured by my fellow church-goers that it was far too dangerous, and that I would soon be killed if I didn’t rush out of the church with everyone else.  Between the horrifying predicament of the two young girls and the complete chaos going on downstairs, I could do nothing but stand still.  I started to breathe faster and my head began to spin.  I felt a panic attack coming on and I knew I would soon pass out and be carried out of the church to a car, which would take me to a “safe” destination.  Then there would be no one to help the girl upstairs.

  This is the part where I was terrified.  Terrified for the girl, terrified that I would do the wrong thing, terrified that I would be trampled to death by a bunch of crazed hypocrites.  Then my eyes shot open, and I was covered in sweat and panting... kind of like in a movie.  I was awake, and it was 1:40 AM.

  Now, if you ask me, which you have done involuntarily by reading my blog, this dream makes a pretty nifty metaphor.  If you happen to attend church regularly, I’m sure you’ve heard non-Christians referred to as “blind”.  In this case, the blind party (the stranger dude) will represent the secular media.  The little girls represent pre-teens and teenagers in the church, usually around junior high age.  The church people represent church people, and physical death represents spiritual death.

  Unfortunately, this is not a very unusual case.  The secular media (blind man) comes casually strolling in, and people scatter like cockroaches in the fear that they could be its next victim.  But the young girls who just want to fit in don’t know any better, so they don’t run.  They get caught up in what they think is cool and popular, and before long they don’t know how to get back out.

  Meanwhile, the church people are poking at the blind people with yardsticks saying “Hey, leave them alone, please” because they don’t want to get too close and get hurt themselves.  What they don’t realize it that if they’re 100% for real about their Christianity, no one is just going to snatch it away from them unless they forfeit it.  Sometimes the stronger Christians have to put themselves in unpleasant situations to help out those who are weaker.

  Since their fellow Christians are either too scared to do anything or too self-absorbed to be concerned with anything but saving themselves, the kids are left confused and helpless, until they reach an unfortunate end-- spiritual death.  Before long, the kids who represent Christians to their unsaved friends (the girl lying in front of the church) are no different from their friends (spiritually dead), and more kids start getting the impression that they’re on their way to heaven no matter what kind of sin they’re involved in.  Those kids become our adults, and the cycle continues until the whole world is on its way to hell.

  Before you say “You’re being accusatory!” and stop reading my blog, think about this: The secular media is more than willing to tell teenagers they’re being uncool, but Christians are too scared of offending someone to say they’re being un-Christian.  So why is the secular media more confident than the average Christian?

Friday, September 24, 2010

Choklit Blog #61: Epic Accounts of Candy-Making, Week 5

September 21, 2010.
  Good news: Chef Gronert is back!  Bad news: Chef Gronert is back.
       Last week when he wasn’t here, we skipped one of our recipes.  I’m not exactly sure why, but we did… so this week, we got to do that recipe in addition to everything else that was planned for the day.
  I’m sure I’ve mentioned before that Chef Gronert never lets us out of class early.  He always plans enough work for us that we don’t get out until two o’clock.  So if you take a full day of production and add in one extra recipe, what do you get?  That’s right!  You get out of class late!
  I’m not sure if the class is shrinking, or if a fourth of the class just happened to be busy today at 7:30 AM.  Either way, we only had nine people in class.  Instead of working in two groups like we would normally do and just making the groups slightly smaller this week, the entire class worked together as one unfortunately large group.  We also doubled all of our recipes so we would still end up with the same amount of candy… not that it matters how much candy we make, since it apparently just sits in the kitchen until random people come in and eat it all.  And speaking of the candy, I can’t figure out why the only one that almost broke my teeth was the only one with “soft” in its name.
  Anyway, through this class, I rediscovered the fact that nine different people cannot work on the same task at the same time, unless we’re talking about one large task that has nine smaller tasks within it.  That’s not what we’re talking about.
  The one time it was good to have the entire class working together was when we had to whisk nougat for thirty minutes over a double boiler.  Those of us who were fortunate enough to be too short to do much good had the extremely difficult and important tasks of watching our classmates sacrifice their sanity, and telling other classmates to come relieve them of whisking duty.

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