again gone from 53....

it's a little tough for me to say goodbye to the guys there.. really gonna miss them.. although there are times when i just feel like throwing everything away, that is the place where i started my career path.. in my CV i will never write that i come from a culinary school, never really learn anything there..
i think working outside you are able to see many different things like standards, how different people work, seeing true colours of a human.. get to see many bad side of life, not just in the kitchen but everywhere no matter what working environment you are in.. there is always something to see or learn and getting influence directly or indirectly... school is just a baby step to whatever door way..

now waiting to the next life stage for all males 18 and above -- NS--

3 weeks have passed and now at the end of the month which is my final week at restaurant 53... i came a long way i guess since the days it open it's door at 2nd jan 2009... so the opening team that was left is me, lee(sous chef), Michael (boss) and Zach (restaurant manager)... i never imagined that i could last till the end.. half way of my attachment last year.. i remembered telling God this "if it's not your will or calling to be here, please get me out" but who knows that i just pushed till the end, slowly i saw where this place could get me to in the future.. and that is Europe and i think God has open the door for me to go there. i reconfirm with lee if he thinks that i could survive in europe, and he says that if i can survive in 53 europe is not a problem.. that was a great encouragement for me... at least i know where i stand..

2 testimonies that i want to share of what happened in the kitchen on saturday...

1) i was suppose to slice bread for one of the dish and slice more bread to serve as a mini sandwich with martinesz(same as jamon iberico ham) so the the total number that i need to slice was 90 slices of bread and the portion that i had left was like enough for 45 slices so i just prayed to God telling him that if he can do a miracle to portion 5 loaf and 2 fishes to feed 5000+ people i believe that he could do the same.. after that prayer i continue to slice and my faith seems to be drowning because the bread is getting smaller and smaller but because i was slicing it at an angle the bread became smaller but the slices are getting bigger so i started to praise God in my heart because i see that i can now do just enough portions that i needed.

2) i needed to do a paprika oil for the fish dish that we served for lunch so i had all the ingredients weigh out and i was doing it on the main stove so on that stove there was another box of salt that looked like the same amount that i had it weigh out, and i put the wrong box of salt in and i was screaming in my heart "GOD!!! SAVE ME!!!!" so i continued to cook it and after i tasted it i thank God becuase it was not salty at all!..
God saved me twice that day, and i can't stop but to thank him all the way, and there God was with me in the kitchen again...

back to work

wed was the first day, many things have changed in the last 3 months, now i'm in the meat section, cooking and preparing them.. not an easy task, the meat is very expensive all the way from spain, now serving presa de iberico, it is a black pig that is raise in spain, presa is a cut that is near the shoulder, not much fat over there and very meaty it is good stuff, compare to kurobta a Japanese black pig as well, i would prefer iberico, the flavour is just so much better. so everyday i'm just sweating like mad.. rushing to do all the work from morning till night, and i'm at the grill so it gets even hotter when it's on at 300 degress.. thursday was a tiring day, because on wed night i only slept for 2 hours can't fall asleep at all then got to wake up at 615 really tired.. good thing is friday and saturday was better where i got use to it a little here and there.. much things to improve.. i would say work is more fulfilling than staying at home doing nothing..
hearing the curses and swearing in the kitchen just makes me smile a little, not that i like or want to use it but it just reminds me of the good old days when i was a trainee where i got really hammered by the chef.. so how much was in my swear jar.. sadly a $100.. that is a lot of money.. good thing is it made me aware of what are my words are.. so how it end up at 100.. well because i use it when i was in a shit like making mistakes.. so it just came out.. compare to the past.. i would just use it anytime of the day.. so it is a improvement slowly will get it out of my system. that is what is could thank god for.

Faith

recently i've been capturing this word Faith, went for polydins service, and there faith was mentioned during worship, went for adults ps jeff was mentioning about faith. Then doing the photo album, and there "jesus values faith".. it's all around.. i think God is gonna stretch me in Faith this year.. don't know how but will grow in it.

starting work on wed afternoon, back to the 8am to 11pm or 12am shift..lol.. will be working for month of jan only, then army on FEB 26.. don't know what to expect overthere, but i think i do have a upper hand in advising the new ppl that i'm gonna meet in camp, because i've been through the working life.. so i hope with that experience i can just direct them in life and also to God. speaking of Work, i'm gonna have a bottle, hoping not to fill it up. with each swear word i use i will put in $5 for punishment..is alot of money, and i really don't want to fill it up.. Got to grow in the area of being consistency in living my life, not living a double standard life..

pray for me.

"create in me a pure heart, O God, and a renew steadfast spirit within me.
Do not cast me from your presence or take your holy spirit from me.
Restore to me the joy of your salvation and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me."
Psalm 51:10-12