Category Archives: Grinds My Gears

Engulfed

Let me remind you that:

NOAA has daily updates on the size of the spread, projected locations, and a dead marine animal count going.

It looks as if it will be sometime in August before this thing will be plugged…hoping it even if it can be plugged. The vultures of wall street are leaving the bleeding BP as well; clearing the way for the company to declare bankruptcy, while leaving the US holding the bag for the untold economical, social, environmental, etc…etc..disaster that this has, is and will cause in the near and immediate future.

What will be next for BP? BP will just re-organize and come out again to crawl up your leg like a big black oily tick. Also, why should the Brits care? It will be years before the oil gets to them, if at all. It’s reminds me of the Schoolhouse Rock video “No More Kings” only this time our country is complaining and the “Kings of Industry” do not care. Instead of all this “tea bag” nonsense, this country needs to be shouting “oil change!”.

Confessions of a Cranky Navy Messcook

AH! THE CULINARY ARTS.

It’s getting to the point where I find myself getting irritated just looking at the want ads. Those damnable job posts dripping with that trendy, grandiose culinary hip-speak:

“…passionate foodservice professionals…”

“…exciting position where you can explore your love for food…”

“…bright new star, chef “X”, seeks creative foodies for upscale new bistro…”

“… Dynamic new fusion themed restaurant seeks expressive and innovative culinary craftsmen”

And the most abhorrent mantra of all:

“…Culinary degree preferred…”

Passionate? Exciting? Dynamic? Feh! What occupation are they speaking of?

The Foodservice Industry rarely lends itself to such grandiose adjectives. It’s food, just food! Overstating its importance is like saying with a straight face that

“…John the Baptist spent his days in Biblical wilderness eating an exciting and dynamic mélange of Free-Range Locust, infused with hand-crafted wild honey, produced by local agricultural artisans…”

This is a wholly unromantic occupation. Its practitioners are not expected to broker a lasting peace in the Middle East, or to argue a case before the Supreme Court or put someone’s heart back together in surgery. This is a profession where you are expected to go in and work hard, whilst everyone else is off.

You spend your evenings, holidays and weekends sweating by a stove, an oven, a fryer or a grill feeding very, very picky people. You come home dog tired, smelling bad, covered in food wondering if you’ll hear the alarm to get up and do it all over again the next day.

Quite often you find yourself burned, cut, scarred or hurt in one way or another. Pay is questionable at best, thanks to a recent influx of cheap labor from south of the border. Most benefits like Medical, Dental or 401k are non-existent.

Egoistic chefs, impatient managers, inept servers and thankless owners demand meals from you like you’re some soulless, food-producing automaton. All societal pretension towards the trade aside, the guy in the paper hat at Burger King, technically, qualifies as a ‘passionate foodservice professional”.

No. Passionate, exciting and dynamic are not adjectives you can use with a great level of honesty to describe the culinary arts.

And this premium now being placed on the notion of the culinary degree only adds to the mix. It is loathsome to me that recent trends in the culture have hyperbolized the qualifications for such an inherently unremarkable, blue-collar profession. The perceived grandeur of cooking has been enlarged beyond the bounds of reason.

I learned to cook in the Navy. I took pride in making a tasty 80 gallon pot of chili or being able to help bake fresh bread for 6,000 plus guys every morning. Food was the backbone of morale out at sea, so it damn-well had to be good. It was an honest and unfeigned trade.

This cooking of course was at a time in my life well before the masses were touched by Martha Stewart Inc. or the Food Network. It was a time before Emeril LaGasse or Wolfgang Puck. And things like hamachi sashimi or wasabi aioli were still just a glimmer in Iron Chef Morimoto’s eye.

In the old days, before Starbucks, coffee was coffee. In most places, .50 or .75 got you a bottomless cup. You didn’t have to worry about repeating a bunch of sissified, corporate-invented, pseudo-hip, euro sounding predicates to “The Barista” whilst in line. Same thing applies to ‘The Culinary Arts’. Cooking was like laying bricks or swinging a hammer; it was honest and without pretension. But unlike our brothers who schlep mortar or pound nails, the culinary arts are now obliged to observe the capricious dictate of our inane pop culture.

What am I supposed to like? What’s good? What’s hip? Whatever! Who cares? Ask the ‘Barista’. Ask Craig LeBan. Ask the asshole who runs ‘Hell’s Kitchen’ on TV. Ask Rachel Ray.

Yeah. Go ask Rachel Ray.

I’m not saying I don’t enjoy the occasional serving of the now ubiquitous truffle-infused mashed potatoes or a nice Crispy Long Island Duck Confit. After my stint in the service I’ve spent years learning to do the dance in civilian restaurants, and I do it well. I’ve learned that trends in food come and go. My life experience nowadays points me towards my own personal culinary trend: a feeling which borders on disgust, fluctuating somewhere between professional incredulity and pure crankiness.

I remonstrate the cause of that crankiness: that arrogant, awkward and inexperienced sub-section invading my profession who feel that simply by paying the tuition and attending food programs either at a Johnson and Wales, a Culinary Institute of America or the latest slap-dash Community College culinary arts program will somehow inspire awe amongst an experienced staff and pardon their professional fecklessness in a real working kitchen..

After all, what good really is some clown who pays the $50,000 to complete what in essence is a glorified trade-school? At best, he or she may know the fancy French name for every pot and pan in the kitchen but may have no idea how to bang food out in a smart, efficient fashion on a busy Saturday night.

Whilst the newbie is ensuring his basil is chopped in a fine “chiffonade” and his “Yukon Gold Garlic and Olive Oil Mashed Potatoes” are worthy of the “Legionne d’Honneur”, management relies on the uncredentialled veteran hump to get the food out. Especially on a busy night of culinary combat. If only there was combat pay.

Well can the day be far off when we see those aforementioned honorable tradesmen, the Masons and the Carpenters, clamoring to lay down big bucks to get into their own versions of some highly specialized schools? Can the “Cordon Bleu” School of Bricklaying and Mortar Mixing or the “Paul Bocuse” Institute for Advanced Drywall Hanging Technique be far off?

I should just continue to quietly accept all this, even though the Navy too has changed with the times. Former Mess Management Specialists are now being called “Culinary Specialist”. Trés chic!

It’s only a matter of time before Destroyers and Battleships will be serving heaping helpings of “Pan Seared Diver Scallops with Saffron and Sweet Corn Essence”…

I’m done thinking about it. I’m going for a friggin’ cup of coffee.
How the Hell does that go again?
Grande, Mocha, skinny, light on the foam. (Sigh)

Black Balls appearing on Key West Beaches (And no its not The Other Tyra…)

http://www.cnn.com/2010/US/05/18/gulf.oil.tar.balls/index.html?hpt=T2

It just keeps getting better…

Now that BP/Halliburton/Transocean has turned the Gulf of Mexico into the U.S.’s largest filling station…whats next?  How in the hell is it possible to clean it up?  Where are all those celebrities now?  Why no telethons/text coffers to help our own people clean up this disaster?  What good is having all those jokers appear before a congressional committee right now?  How is it helping the situation?

You know its only a question of time before BP declares bankruptcy and leaves the U.S. holding the bag.   And now it appears that the oil is going to be carried via the loop current in the gulf to the Keys, Miami, the Georgia & Carolina coasts….No need for the cast of the Jersey Shore to get their fake tans from a can any more.  MTV can just film them taking a dip in the waters off of Miami…they will come out with that nice orange/brown glow they seem to thrive in.

Does this mean that I can use gulf seafood now to power my car?  Running low on crude, just throw a couple of gulf shrimps in the tank.  We’ll get at least 20 miles out of em.  (maybe 9 miles if its an SUV)