Chef is Da Bomb! lol

True story!

It's true! If you love what you do for a living, your life will be soooo much more enjoyable. Thank God, I bumbled into a field that I loved. I couldn't believe they were paying me. I would have done it for nothing! God bless Chef!

It's true! If you love what you do for a living, your life will be soooo much more enjoyable. Thank God, I bumbled into a field that I loved. I couldn't believe they were paying me. I would have done it for nothing! God bless Chef!

​​​@@rioseventytwo1121 - I'm right with you! I had so many "just jobs" when I was younger - much younger - I did them well, because I just do that. If I'm being paid to do a job, they get their money's worth! Which makes it easier for me to get what I want when I need it. But - they were just jobs. Not careers. I decided almost on the spur of the moment one day - while I was actually AT WORK that our two children would be reaching college age in about five years. We hadn't been able to put much away for their education. But I knew they were both smart as a whip, and would likely be getting some kind of scholarships or grants, or both to help pay most of it. BUT I couldn't absolutely count on that, so, since my husband was already making decent money at his profession, I better figure out how to up the ante from my side, and learn how to make more money than I was making then. Working for a local newspaper in the Circulation Department, and then the Advertising Department was just OK in the salary department, but I knew I could learn to do better than that. I had attended the state Community/Vocational College about 12 years prior, but had to stop going when the doctor told me he wanted me home with my feet up most of the time, and doing nothing beyond sedentary work. Until our first baby came! She had been quite the surprise, and her timing was going to put me in the delivery room right about the time I should have been finishing up the coursework, taking all the finals, graduating and going right to work as an L.P.N.! Not a sedentary job to be sure. But I didn't really mind, as her arrival would certainly be a major blessing for us. I had to leave school, and I became a very sedentary mother-to-be for 4 months, and then a SAHM. By this time, I felt like I should find a way to get myself better educated, and get to work doing something that paid much better! So, I called the College right after work that day, and asked them to send me "stuff!" I had become aware of a career field during my attendance in LPN school that I had never heard of before. I met one of the students some time before leaving school became an issue, and we became friends. She was in a Surgical Technology program which trained Certified Surgical Technologists, and the entire thing intrigued me mightily. Unfortunately, it was well past the time when I could have switched majors, and was kind of stuck. Not one to just completely give up on anything that really intrigued me like that, I learned more about it by visiting my friend at her apartment, before I was ordered off my feet, and filed it all away for future reference in the back of my mind. It got pulled up again, and I asked if they still taught it, and was assured that they certainly did. In fact, it was one of their most popular programs, and was very competitive to get into! The previous class had been assembled for 25 students, and they had more than 2500 applications! It took about two years, depending on how long you took to take and pass all the prerequisite courses, plus the actual technical program takes one year beyond that. To make a very long story much shorter, I filled out a TON of paperwork (well before there were computers or even a "World Wide Web") so it all was pen and paper, a lot of it was submitted through, and got responses to them through the mail! This was in late 1990. I filed the FAFSA, and got some help, but far from a full scholarship, or anything of that nature. Basically I cobbled together my own money, a PELL grant that covered exactly one semester, right to the penny, a continuing source of funds from "Bank of Mom" who considered she was getting off cheap, as I was the only child out of four (I'm the oldest by 7, 8, and almost 10 years,) to get into higher education of any sort; a part time job, a work-study grant for one semester where I put together my own "work" part, becoming a lab assistant for my Anatomy and Physiology professor. He was getting ready to physically post the job on the school bulletin board in the hallway, when I showed up, saving him the trip and the trouble! So, I did that for 20 hours a week my third semester of prerequisites, since I had already taken and passed his classes with A's in both. By the time I had almost completed my last two prerequisites, it was time to find out if your application and other paperwork had been accepted to be called for the first major interview, and get either accepted, or rejected to start the one year program. I had also already taken a series of medically focused professional aptitude tests. The scores in those timed tests would also help determine if you'd get called for an interview. Since I had finished every section with time to spare, and was pretty confident in my answers (NEVER change an answer, unless you can prove by the correct answer to another question, that your other answer had to be wrong. That's very rare. Keeping my answers from the first time always yields me more right answers than wrong.) I got called to come to "The Cattle Call" for an interview with all the instructors, and maybe the program Dean. In the early 1990s, it was assumed that every candidate would appear on time, early if possible, and dressed in Office Professional wear. No jeans, no sneakers; hair, makeup and jewelry for the ladies would be unintrusive, not over the top. Men in coat and tie, also no jeans, and definitely no outrageous hairstyles, no piercings, no tattoos visible, and so on. We would also have to pass the same muster with the hospital surgery departments where we would be having our clinical rotations. I got a haircut the week before, so I had time to beat it into submission, should it not come out exactly right! As you can tell, I got my interview, and then some! As we were all sitting in chairs lining both sides of the hallway in the part where the instructors and the other medical programs instructors had their offices. Including the "Dean" of the medical programs, nervous and trying not to show it, there were at least 50 applicants that day. Suddenly one of the secretaries for the instructors came quickly walking down the hall, calling a name. As she got closer, I realized it was MY name! I jumped, swallowed hard, raised my hand, and answered, "Here, ma'am!" She came close, leaned over and said softly, "Mrs. Warner wants to speak with you!" I thought, "Oh my gosh! What did I do?" I just said, "Which office, please?" She pointed down the hall, and told me the office number. Everybody - I mean EVERYBODY - was suddenly focused on ME! They watched as I gathered my jacket and purse, smile nervously, and walk down the hall. I was approaching her door, and she was already there, to greet me, and usher me into her office. I had a seat at her instruction, and greeted her. She said first, I was not to worry - I hadn't done anything wrong. Quite the contrary, I was there because she just had to ask me about my test scores! She had a computer printout in her hands that I couldn't read from behind, but it seemed to be an alphabetical grade report. She said that first she had to call the test grading and processing company, to be sure the grades listed for me were correct. She was assured there were no anomalies, it was all correct. Then she started telling me about my scores, and after going through all of them, (which were all high, but seemed normal for me) she said she had never seen anyone achieve such high scores before! I had three out of five perfect scores. And how did I do it? What was my secret? I was really embarrassed by all this praise and attention.😊 I just shrugged, and tried to be honest and not be bragging, and explained how I had found my own almost perfect method to approach standardized testing. Plus how I came to have such a wide range of knowledge. I was 35 and didn't think I was too special in that respect. I grew up with college and high school teachers in my mother's side of the family, and they were my only family for several years after my father abandoned us. I was in my very formative years at that time, I started reading at 4, and was 2 or 3 grade levels in most subjects from the day I walked into my first grade classroom. I even had the school librarian try to run me out of her very carefully and rigidly structured library when I was in the 4th grade, and trying to find more challenging materials in the 6th and 7th grade sections. She even sent a weird letter home to my parents, explaining her rationale, and why they had to insist to me that I not go into other grade level's materials! My mom laughed at her stupidity, read me the letter, and grabbed a pen - a red one was closest - and wrote one word, signing her name below it. She wrote "Why?" She showed me, put it into an envelope, sealed it, and handed it back to me, and then got on with cooking dinner. I gave the letter back to the librarian the next morning, straight off the bus. I didn't say a word, I just smiled and handed it to her and left to be in class on time. Not knowing until much much later, that my mom would be on the phone to the school board and the administrative offices that morning, informing them of the situation, and why she felt that someone needed to have a conversation with the librarian in question, and try to find out why she felt that she had to emulate a dictator in HER library! With the school taxes she and my stepdad paid, the others that paid for the buildings, the books, etc., plus all the money they had to spend for school supplies, the PTA Bake Sales to raise funds for other supplies the teachers needed but the education department would not provide - that library belonged to every parent and every student, and she was not going to tolerate the treatment I was subjected to, along with all the other students who also must have been treated that way, all so a mini-dictator could assuage her ego.

Do it chef 🤣 with coconut milk and Alpen - don’t forget to fry it first

Told you 😂😂😂

very french

Thank you Frank! May you wife rest in peace!!! I am sure she would be delighted to see you cook! 🙏❤️

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100% Me with my dad!

Me too

I was 6

You were lucky to have such a loving mother. 🥪

I was Born in "74", And I just lost my mother. She was only 70 and had Dementia. She saw my brother die a violent death in "00" and was never the same. R.I.P. Me Matri bedda!

That's exactly how I remembered having my first Monte Christo sandwich. So delicious 😋

Try to stay in the light.

he really must have been a firecracker back in the day... still is!

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Ah, JP....we all now know what you doing this fine Thursday evening....reading/responding to our comments. 👍👍 It's only by chance I find you scrolling through at the same time I am.

Butter...the REAL health food!

Same... when I make these sandwiches at home I sprinkle them with powdered sugar and dip them in raspberry jelly 😋

I think i remember this, though i don’t think i ever had one 😭

My mother loved Monte Cristo sandwiches. I had them once in a while. I never had them with raspberry jam. When I make them now I will definitely try the jam.

Was the restaurant called Cheddar's?

@@DoomTrooperTV Bennigans

"You are after all the Dr. Alphonse Mephesto of your fried Monte Cristo."

lol. True. I hate hot sauce

@@phlogistanjones2722 a South Park - Chef John reference? 😂

yes! a club then deep fried ,

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I do the same thing when my creations come out…..Amazing!❤🎉

if he does jazz hands when tasting it we know its a must try asap

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I love the crunchy Coleslaw idea, please share your recipe with us!!! 😊👍

I buy a head of green cabbage at least twice per month. It's cheap, very healthy and a sturdy vegetable. My coleslaw is a mildly sweet and sour mayo dressing with a couple dashes of onion powder, black pepper and salt. I add shredded carrots if I have them on hand.

That's what I'm calling it too!

I doubt these are on the menu at the Chateau D'if , but they should be .

I thought he only speaks fluent American. Lol

@@chuggyhuggy8783he was born in France and immigrant to the states. I believe he is fluent in Italian as well

He was actually born and raised in New Hampshire, he just does the accent for showmanship.

He is half french half italian and 100% american

@@JanosGonzales God Bless America

Yes!! I would buy that!😃

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