Tag: travel

Fangirling.

Let’s talk about doing things that you’ve always wanted to do but never got the opportunity.

A couple months ago I was fiddling on Facebook, because that is what one does out of boredom, and came across a post in Broken Bow, Oklahoma about a popular food chef that was hosting a get together. I couldn’t help myself && went straight to the husband. I showed him the post, there, staring back at us was a large article about Jet Tila.

Jet. Freaking. Tila.

For my non-foodie-tv-show-watchers, Jet Tila is a popular TV chef that has a cult following. He may actually not have a cult following, but honestly, it feels like he does. I am one of said cult-followers. #teamjettila

I’m not even sure when I started liking him but one day I found myself watching any && everything that has to do with him. I’m sure everyone has some famous person they like like that.

Needless to say, I bought those tickets. We took a small vacation to Broken Bow – which now I understand why people like it there so much, it’s gorgeous. We left Wednesday and came back Saturday.

This is one of those posts I began writing weeks ago && figured it was time to finish it. Let’s talk through photos.

Me, Jet Tila, && The Husband.
Jet Tila && Me.
The Husband && Jet Tila.
The beautiful Table.
The Table.
First course: Prawn “Crying Tiger” salad with a chili crisp dressing.
Second Course: Lemongrass coconut chicken soup shimeji mushrooms, chili crisp oil. *Our Favorite Dish*
Main Course: Beef filet, black garlic demi-glace Japanese purple potatoes bok choy – paired with Terrazas Reserva, Malbec & Argentina
Dessert: Ali’s (his wife) Butterscotch Budino
Can you see how much we drink?
Jet signing cookbooks for us.
His signature.
His cookbook!

Stand by for the next installment of traveling for chefs. In June, we will be going to see Maneet Chauhan.

Y, tho?

I have upset myself once again.

Driving down the main road the other day in my town I see that the only restaurant we had is up for sale. That particular restaurant has been here, being the only place to grab a quick bite, for years. The individual that owned it, last year, decided they were tired, and wanted to retire. They shut it down and it sat there for about a year without a for sale sign out front, I wasn’t even sure if they were going to sale, it or not.

Ever since I saw the sign, it’s all I can think about. At first when I saw the sings, I looked up the website && it wasn’t there on there yet. Yesterday, however, when I looked it up, there is was: $275,000 – full restaurant with kitchen still attached – it needs work, though.

So, how did I upset myself again?

I don’t understand how people get the money/funds to open a restaurant when they don’t have anything to begin with. Where do they get the money? It’s literally… LITERALLY… all I can think about. It made it worse when I saw the pictures of the inside. At that point, I had never even entered that building, so I didn’t know what it looked like. I do now.

I have fallen in love with the bar.

I see other things for sale, but I never actually look at them. But the thought of that restaurant, being empty, for sale, && if I just had the money. I could own it.

I know it’s going to sale quickly. It probably won’t be on the market for a month before someone swoops in && buys it. I don’t blame them. It’s an ideal location in a small town that used to not have anything but that building. We now have a Sonic (who in Oklahoma don’t have a Sonic?), a Mexican restaurant (heard nothing good about them, but I haven’t eaten there), && an Indian place (this one is terrific!). Then of course, if you want to calculate the places inside the casino, we have a few more. But I don’t count them.

I would make a killing. Now you’re thinking a little cocky, aren’t we? Yes, yes I am. Through the years I have been trying to figure out what I’m good at. (Most will tell me writing, but I’m not so sure anymore. Yeah, I can write an essay && get an A, but that’s not that hard.) Cooking. COOKING. That’s my thing. That’s the thing that I feel I was meant to do.

But… where do they get the money from?

I know the ones who come from money get it there. But the ones who don’t? The ones who struggle? The ones who have a full-time job, && still can barely make ends meet, where do they get the money to just go out && open a restaurant? Because they do it. All the time.

Then there is me.

That’s how I upset myself again.