All of the things this post is not about.

There will be very little in this post about school, or quitting my job (which I recently did). Instead, I will focus on the things I have been doing to distract me from my mid-degree crises.
So! This recipe is my new favourite. Biscuits. Plain old, delicious, buttery, just-like-my-mom-made-them (but with real butter!) biscuits. Here are some reasons:
*if you are like me, and have only become interested in developing your cooking skills in the last six months or so (about the same time you decided that kids are probably a good idea) these are incredibly easy.
*they are almost foolproof.
*more butter= more delicious with this recipe.

I have made them a few times now, and I have a few tips for serious beginners. 1.) music really helped me to make sure that I was kneading my dough enough. This sounds silly, but I have zero attention span for cooking, which is why I fail at food all the time. I have recently discovered that music (*ahem* dancing) while cooking helps me to stay focused by providing just enough of a distraction. I highly suggest the following albums for these biscuits:
The Fugitives "In Streetlight Communion."
Twilight Hotel "Highway Prayer."

2.) extra cream. I used whipping cream (because my husband is currently obsessed with full-fat, animal fat, all kinds of *good fat* diets and we always have whipping cream... he has a nice bum and also drinks wine, so I keep him), and I used 2 full cups of it the last time that I made these. It made my dough much softer, and easier to handle. I'm not convinced that it actually made a ton of difference in the finished product, but having more workable dough definitely helped me to feel less nervous while preparing and baking them.

3.) small biscuits. I always make mine far too big, and they turn out all kinds of odd shapes, and are probably closer to scones for this reason. I am trying to correct this.

Try these biscuits, you will not be sad. The recipe recommends that you serve them immediately or flash freeze them, which are all good ideas. However, I found that the two biscuits that I had left over were delicious at school the next day with some extra butter and a few seconds in the microwave to warm them up.

Sometimes I muse about stuff and then post vaguely related photos.

This photo is more related than you might think, but you have to read to the end(ish) to find out how!

The thing that prepared me most for feminism was encountering my own sexism, especially since I already had a big head about not being sexist by the time it happened. It goes a little something like this:
I started working as a server when I was 19. The food industry is full of teenagers, 20somethings, angry clientele, reasonable clientele, a gender hierarchy (cooks=male, servers= female, as always, there are exceptions and will hopefully continue to be more and more exceptions through time), male clients that think they've paid for your time with their tip in ways unrelated to food, and female clients that sometimes send food back. Obviously this list is not comprehensive.
I want to focus on that last category: the woman who sends food back to the kitchen. Or complains about it. Or who is suspicious when something doesn't look right.
Fact: restaurants screw up. Not at all the time, but often enough.
Fact: if you are paying for a meal, you deserve to get what you expected to get for the price you expected to pay, regardless of sex/orientation/skin colour/hairstyle/anyotherdamnthing.
Fact: if ever you get your food at a restaurant and the above is not true, send it back.
Servers occupy two spaces in the restaurant: the dining room, and the kitchen/back area (dealing with customers, dealing with each other). Often is a customer is being silly, stupid, sexist, annoying, or even, rarely, fun, servers will talk to each other about it. Yes, while you, the innocent (eye roll) customer is seated several feet away enjoying your pint and steak. It took me over a year (holy crap is that embarrassing or what) to realize that this trend is not uncommon, and was even quite common in the place I was working at the time (I can't speak for other places, but I assume):
Male customer sends food back. Server is polite to his face, grumbles a bit in the kitchen, sometimes argues with the cook who thinks the food is just fine, sometimes deals with an obvious mistake. Server takes food back out, apologizes, forgets about encounter.
Female customer sends food back: Server is polite to her face (most of the time). Server takes food to back to deal with cook. Server immediately starts bashing "that bitch" to other servers. Server is usually visually more disgruntled than they would be when dealing with male customer.
The worst part about my own participation in this behavior is that it didn't 100% occur to me why this behavior was sexist until my partner at the time and I were eating at a restaurant and I had to send something back. I refused to do so. I said I didn't want to make a scene, when really I was afraid of being "that bitch." I realized that if my partner had the same plate in front of him he would not hesitate to call the server back, and that if he did there might be grumbling, but not anger. I also realized that he was probably less likely to have the same plate in front of him. Servers are not stupid, they know who is stereotypically most likely to complain (maybe this is part of the reason we get so offended when they party we pegged as "easy" turns out to have the same standards as everyone else).
I have since tried to control this behavior, and made a conscious effort to:
*treat all customers equally in all situations
*confront my own anger/frustrations in certain situations in order to understand where it comes from and deal with it so I don't participate in reproducing the same behaviors and attitudes

Reason for the photo/ something funny:
I still complain about my customers, but in a non-gender specific way. This is because servers encounter stupid people all the fucking time. Case in point:

*group of students come into lounge area, order drinks and appetizers.
*I serve them.
*Person approaches me, and asks "hey, can you send a smirnoff ice to that guy in the green sweater. Put it on my tab, but don't tell him who it is."
*me: "I'm sorry, I can't. According to my serving licence I have to check with him that he wants the beverage at all, and also that he is okay with having a drink bought for him by you." (in my head: smirnoffice? I cannot condone this. I cannot condone that the joke is "hey look, you drink like a girl" either, and also smirnoffice is gross)
*Customer "No no no, it has to be anonymous."
*Me: "Sorry, I really can't do that. I realize that no one here is likely to get hurt by this or report me, but I've got staff in the back that are training to manage the new location, including dealing with liquor laws, and I risk a personal fine and a loss of our liquor licence by feeding alcohol to someone who may or may not want it." (<-- all true)
*Customer "are you saying that I can't buy a drink for someone?"
*Me "No, I am saying I can't send an anonymous drink to someone, or give someone alcohol that they don't want. If your friend was already drunk I would also refuse."
This customer proceeded to sit down and complain loudly enough for my manager to hear about how I refused to let her buy a drink for someone (which actually made me look very good in the eyes of my boss).
See? Stupid people everywhere.