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Kung Pao Chicken and Vine

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I’m that girl.

The one in Philosophy of Ethics class whose stomach is growling loudly while my professor is lecturing on starving children in Northeast China.

I do love me some Kung Pao Chicken.

You see I dragged my ass out of bed this morning slightly hungover and re evaluating the investments of the weekend or shall I say lack of return on my investments.

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In the midst of reevaluating my weekend choices, I reached for that last unappealing Nutrigrain bar that no one’s eaten yet because it’s been living in the top left corner of the kitchen cabinet  for a questionable amount of time and I’ve come to accept the fact that I’m setting myself up for a wildly mediocre day.

Breakfast of champions am I right?

During class the thought of Asian cuisine blended with what’s left of my hangover was  enough to make me drool  All I can think of is Kung Pao Chicken, Egg Rolls and other delicious foods of Asia…why does he keep harping on the starving children.

I do love me some Kung Pao Chicken

I  now was lack of any metaphysical will power, blinded with insatiable hunger . I strategically planned a smooth escape by exiting out the back door while the professor struggled with how to spell ‘Arthur Schopenhauer’ on the front board.

Fast forward to find me on the corner of Kung Pao Chicken and Vine  getting my fix .Greasy fingers holding cheap chopsticks, shoveling the food feverishly into my mouth.

I’m that girl.

mOsKi

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Cooking with Passion – Maura Holcomb

To cook without passion is a crime of which Maura Holcomb will never be guilty.

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Maura, a young culinary artist I had the pleasure to work with recently, allowed me the opportunity to observe her passion and love when she catered her sister’s graduation party.

She singlehandedly orchestrated and executed a flawless performance of skill, art and awe worthy of any culinary voyeur’s dream.

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As she served, there was a drum roll like feeling in the air, as when something big and highly anticipated is just about to happen, and then the crashing of the cymbal (more like crashing out several cymbals) as the band starts playing and the sun comes out. You get the picture.

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In fact she later taunted her guests with a second performance where the cymbal crashing is followed by music from the heavens with angels coming down. She did not disappoint.

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One of my biggest character defects is taking control of someone else’s kitchen. This defect will probably never leave me. Ask anyone who has invited me over for dinner only to find me redirecting the timing, preparation and presentation of their plan. I often lack confidence in others ability to create and execute a meal properly. I am known as ‘bossy in the kitchen’ yet I still seem to receive the invites (laughing out loud).

This was not the case in Maura’s kitchen. She was calm, focused, in control and, unlike myself, completely delightful to work with.

Her gift was not only to create an amazing event for her sister’s college graduation. It was to create an experience for her guests.

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