Back in October I was arrested gor having a suspended license. I didn't know they were suspended because I had no outstanding fines or anything, and wasn't notified they were suspended. It was a huge misunderstanded and mix up by the Department of Driver Services here in Georgia.
Anyway, I spend 3 or 4 hours in jail and was bonded out.
Well today I went to court to have the charges dropped and to pay my speeding ticket. We were hoping the judge would go ahead and lower my speeding ticket due to the fact that I had to spend time in jail (there was no question that he would drop the other charge).
Well, he didn't lower the fine. In fact I had to pay $229 for that shit.
When Jason and I went to the clerk to pay, Jason made the comment "That judge must have a rod up his ass" which I found funny. Well another clerk that wasn't even waiting on us said "You shouldn't make disrespectful comments like that".
We didn't give a shit. Freedom of speech and all that.
Well we left to get cash (that's all they would take!) and when I went in to pay, that stupid bitch had gone and TATTLED on my husband! We had to go BACK into the court!
So Jason got a lecture and all that, so I went back to pay and the cunt was being very rude.
But I kept my mouth shut.
She gave me my recipt, after taking way too fucking long, and I took and walked away.
She sarcastically said "Well have a Merry Christmas! But you don't have to snatch"
So I turn around at the door and said "Well I have a business to run and a child to take care of, I don't have time for this"
AND SHE RAN TO TATTLE ABOUT THAT!
So I was called back to the judge and lectured.
It took every ounce of will power I had to keep my cool.
Even the cops there were like "Yea, we know exactly who you're talking about" and saw no reason for us to "get in trouble".
I understand she has a pathetic lonely life. She's short, fat, makes maybe $10 an hour sitting on her fat ass, doesn't have a man, and probably no friends if she's that much of a bitch. So she thinks she can run and tattle on people to look important. I doubt she's has much of an education because she couldn't even count out $240 in 20 dollar bills. So what if she was left out of everything in school and treated like an outcast. The only attention you're going to get by being a cunt in negative attention.
Karma is a bitch. You'll get yours
Friday, December 9, 2011
Thursday, December 1, 2011
The bottle is not the breast...
The other day I posted on Facebook about people needing to mind their own business about women choosing to nurse their toddlers.
I am still nursing my 23 month old and have had a few people, including family, tell me ...
"Don't you think its time to stop?"
"If she's asking for it, she doesn't need it."
"Don't you think that will mess up her teeth?"
As a matter of fact, I don't agree with any of those. I have taught her to let me know when she needs to use the potty. I have taught her to say please. I have taught her to ask for food.
Shouldn't she learn to ask for milk as well?
And there is absolutely no valid reason for her to stop.
I have read all of the most recent studies about breastfeeding, and continued breastfeeding. At no point in a person's life does breast milk stop being beneficial. Sorcha is still sharing my immunities. She is still getting the most perfect nutrition developed specifically for her. She is still benefiting form the quiet time she and I share. We are still bonding.
Why would I deny her that?
If these people would only look at the miracle that is breastmilk!
Anyway. After having several breastfeeding mothers and supporters back me up on my post, my ignorant ass stepmother chimed in about people making comments about her grandson (whom she is raising with my dad) still being on the bottle at 2 years old.
THE BOTTLE IS NOT THE SAME AS BREASTFEEDING
The natural nipple is actually healthy for the development of a child's teeth, soft palate and jaw. Breast milk not only contains a component that actually kills the germs that cause tooth decay, the nipple goes far enough back in the mouth that the milk actually doesn't get on the teeth. And when a baby falls asleep, they don't keep the nipple in their mouth (well, unless the mother also falls asleep, but trust me, it will wake her up once those teeth chomp down!)
An artificial nipple, no matter the design, causes the mouth to form an unnatural shape and can cause buck teeth and malformed soft palate. Almost all toddlers still using a bottle drinks mainly juice. Sugar filled juice. There is not a single benefit to using a bottle at any point in a child's life.
Why would anyone even compare the two?
Being a nurse she should know that bottles are bad for his teeth!
I just don't understand some people's thought processes sometimes.
I am still nursing my 23 month old and have had a few people, including family, tell me ...
"Don't you think its time to stop?"
"If she's asking for it, she doesn't need it."
"Don't you think that will mess up her teeth?"
As a matter of fact, I don't agree with any of those. I have taught her to let me know when she needs to use the potty. I have taught her to say please. I have taught her to ask for food.
Shouldn't she learn to ask for milk as well?
And there is absolutely no valid reason for her to stop.
I have read all of the most recent studies about breastfeeding, and continued breastfeeding. At no point in a person's life does breast milk stop being beneficial. Sorcha is still sharing my immunities. She is still getting the most perfect nutrition developed specifically for her. She is still benefiting form the quiet time she and I share. We are still bonding.
Why would I deny her that?
If these people would only look at the miracle that is breastmilk!
Anyway. After having several breastfeeding mothers and supporters back me up on my post, my ignorant ass stepmother chimed in about people making comments about her grandson (whom she is raising with my dad) still being on the bottle at 2 years old.
THE BOTTLE IS NOT THE SAME AS BREASTFEEDING
The natural nipple is actually healthy for the development of a child's teeth, soft palate and jaw. Breast milk not only contains a component that actually kills the germs that cause tooth decay, the nipple goes far enough back in the mouth that the milk actually doesn't get on the teeth. And when a baby falls asleep, they don't keep the nipple in their mouth (well, unless the mother also falls asleep, but trust me, it will wake her up once those teeth chomp down!)
An artificial nipple, no matter the design, causes the mouth to form an unnatural shape and can cause buck teeth and malformed soft palate. Almost all toddlers still using a bottle drinks mainly juice. Sugar filled juice. There is not a single benefit to using a bottle at any point in a child's life.
Why would anyone even compare the two?
Being a nurse she should know that bottles are bad for his teeth!
I just don't understand some people's thought processes sometimes.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
To whip or not to whip?
I just watched a video of a Texas judge whipping his daughter and it made me think of how I was punished as a child and how I punish my kids.
When I was small, from some of my earliest memories until I was 14, I was whipped with a belt when I disobeyed or lied (or was suspected of wrong doing). My mom would give the 4 of us kids a few licks with a belt that would upset us for a few minutes, but was effective in correcting our behavior.
That's what the video of the judge whipping his daughter looked like to me. She only seemed upset while he was hitting her legs with the belt. But the moment he stopped, she was no longer crying. That tells me he wasn't hitting her hard.
Now my dad, that's another story. He would leave bruises from the back of our knees all the way up our backs. He would snatch his belt off and say "Put your hands on the (table/chair/wall/couch)" and we did it immediately. We knew that the faster we complied, the sooner the pain would end. Even if we couldn't sit down after, at least we could get out of his sight and get comfort from our mom or each other.
I hated my dad for years because of how he beat us. He would yell and call us stupid or niggers or trash or whatever else he could think of. He made sure to break our spirits before we had a chance to position ourselves for the beating. Then he'd bring his arm back as far as he could and swing with all of his might so that the belt wrapped around our legs or hips or waist.
That's the part that really stung. It would swell up and bruise so quickly that when he hit that spot again, sometimes it would bleed.
I remember when I was in the second grade I showed my friend a really bad bruise on my thigh and she told my teacher who (I found out recently) called my mom about it. It was the only time I had ever shown someone other than my sisters or brother one of my bruises. My friend's reaction made me afraid to show anyone else. I didn't want my dad to find out and whip me again.
Then, when I was 8, my dad came home and my brother was at the neighbor's house. Dad was furious and made me go get him. So I ran over there, but he wasn't there. About 15 minutes later I saw him walk into the yard and walked out to warn him that Dad was mad and was looking for him.
He beat my brother for the next 30 minutes. My sister and I sat in her room, huddled together, counting the licks my brother received between my dad's rantings.
I begged God to make it stop.
We counted 56 licks, I think.
Then mom came home and they started fighting, again. They fought non stop (he abused her as well)
While they were distracted, I ran to my brother's room and just help him as he shook. He had tears but didn't seem to know it.
My brother has always been my hero, and it hurt my heart to see him in so much pain.
Soon after that my parents finally divorced.
My dad beat my brother less (he had always been my dad's target) and turned his wrath on me. Apparently I was the reason things went missing (he once shattered his door and said he'd do that to me if I didn't give back the measuring cup I "stole") or was dirty.
He started saying he wished he could shoot me and throw me in the dumpster so he wouldn't have to deal with me.
Over the next few years I did everything I could to try to make him proud of me. Nothing worked. He just seemed to hate me more and more. He even called me a whore because I went for a walk alone at my mom's house. He said I could never see her again.
So I read their divorce papers (he violated a lot of the stuff in there!) and saw that I could choose who I wanted to live with once I turned 14.
Soon after my 14th birthday I told my sister to take me to my mom's house cause I was never going to live with my dad again. She refused. So I told her "Just let me get my clothes from there, then!"
As soon as we pulled into the driveway, I said "Bye!" and jumped out.
She told me dad would be mad, but I told her I didn't care, there was nothing he could do.
Later that night there was a knock at the door. I opened it and my dad hit me with a belt. He told me to put my hands on the door and he hit me again. I turned to him and yelled "DON'T EVER HIT ME AGAIN!" It was the first time I really stood up to him.
That time the belt wrapped around my wrist when he swung it. It hurt so bad.
He made me go get my clothes and go to his house.
It was the last time I spent the night at his house.
I love my dad because he is my dad. But I have no desire to be near him. I also have no desire to have my kids near him.
He has apologized in recent years, and I have forgiven him. I understand why he was the way he was. He was a weak minded man that couldn't get past his own abuse from his childhood. He couldn't get past the fact that he became an unwilling father at 17 to a woman he never loved. And he probably never really loved the 4 of his kids. And I'm ok with that now.
I accept that there will never be a real relationship between us. It still hurts sometimes because I had hoped that one day he could be a real father. But its only a sadness for what could have been, not what was.
And the way I was raised has had an effect on the way I discipline my kids.
It absolutely breaks my heart to whip my son, so I do it as little as possible. I've learned to channel my anger and talk it out with him instead of flying off the handle. When he does get whipped, I calmly sit him down and explain why he's getting it, he gets a few licks, then I hold him and make sure he understands that I only want him to learn right from wrong. Then I usually walk away and cry.
It will be the same with my daughter.
There is a right way to whip. And I believe whipping is good. It shows a child that doing wrong will result in a bad consequence.
But moderation is key. Its never ok to hit your child just because you're mad. Its never ok to bruise your child. And its never ok to make your child feel unloved or like they are less than an amazing human being.
When I was small, from some of my earliest memories until I was 14, I was whipped with a belt when I disobeyed or lied (or was suspected of wrong doing). My mom would give the 4 of us kids a few licks with a belt that would upset us for a few minutes, but was effective in correcting our behavior.
That's what the video of the judge whipping his daughter looked like to me. She only seemed upset while he was hitting her legs with the belt. But the moment he stopped, she was no longer crying. That tells me he wasn't hitting her hard.
Now my dad, that's another story. He would leave bruises from the back of our knees all the way up our backs. He would snatch his belt off and say "Put your hands on the (table/chair/wall/couch)" and we did it immediately. We knew that the faster we complied, the sooner the pain would end. Even if we couldn't sit down after, at least we could get out of his sight and get comfort from our mom or each other.
I hated my dad for years because of how he beat us. He would yell and call us stupid or niggers or trash or whatever else he could think of. He made sure to break our spirits before we had a chance to position ourselves for the beating. Then he'd bring his arm back as far as he could and swing with all of his might so that the belt wrapped around our legs or hips or waist.
That's the part that really stung. It would swell up and bruise so quickly that when he hit that spot again, sometimes it would bleed.
I remember when I was in the second grade I showed my friend a really bad bruise on my thigh and she told my teacher who (I found out recently) called my mom about it. It was the only time I had ever shown someone other than my sisters or brother one of my bruises. My friend's reaction made me afraid to show anyone else. I didn't want my dad to find out and whip me again.
Then, when I was 8, my dad came home and my brother was at the neighbor's house. Dad was furious and made me go get him. So I ran over there, but he wasn't there. About 15 minutes later I saw him walk into the yard and walked out to warn him that Dad was mad and was looking for him.
He beat my brother for the next 30 minutes. My sister and I sat in her room, huddled together, counting the licks my brother received between my dad's rantings.
I begged God to make it stop.
We counted 56 licks, I think.
Then mom came home and they started fighting, again. They fought non stop (he abused her as well)
While they were distracted, I ran to my brother's room and just help him as he shook. He had tears but didn't seem to know it.
My brother has always been my hero, and it hurt my heart to see him in so much pain.
Soon after that my parents finally divorced.
My dad beat my brother less (he had always been my dad's target) and turned his wrath on me. Apparently I was the reason things went missing (he once shattered his door and said he'd do that to me if I didn't give back the measuring cup I "stole") or was dirty.
He started saying he wished he could shoot me and throw me in the dumpster so he wouldn't have to deal with me.
Over the next few years I did everything I could to try to make him proud of me. Nothing worked. He just seemed to hate me more and more. He even called me a whore because I went for a walk alone at my mom's house. He said I could never see her again.
So I read their divorce papers (he violated a lot of the stuff in there!) and saw that I could choose who I wanted to live with once I turned 14.
Soon after my 14th birthday I told my sister to take me to my mom's house cause I was never going to live with my dad again. She refused. So I told her "Just let me get my clothes from there, then!"
As soon as we pulled into the driveway, I said "Bye!" and jumped out.
She told me dad would be mad, but I told her I didn't care, there was nothing he could do.
Later that night there was a knock at the door. I opened it and my dad hit me with a belt. He told me to put my hands on the door and he hit me again. I turned to him and yelled "DON'T EVER HIT ME AGAIN!" It was the first time I really stood up to him.
That time the belt wrapped around my wrist when he swung it. It hurt so bad.
He made me go get my clothes and go to his house.
It was the last time I spent the night at his house.
I love my dad because he is my dad. But I have no desire to be near him. I also have no desire to have my kids near him.
He has apologized in recent years, and I have forgiven him. I understand why he was the way he was. He was a weak minded man that couldn't get past his own abuse from his childhood. He couldn't get past the fact that he became an unwilling father at 17 to a woman he never loved. And he probably never really loved the 4 of his kids. And I'm ok with that now.
I accept that there will never be a real relationship between us. It still hurts sometimes because I had hoped that one day he could be a real father. But its only a sadness for what could have been, not what was.
And the way I was raised has had an effect on the way I discipline my kids.
It absolutely breaks my heart to whip my son, so I do it as little as possible. I've learned to channel my anger and talk it out with him instead of flying off the handle. When he does get whipped, I calmly sit him down and explain why he's getting it, he gets a few licks, then I hold him and make sure he understands that I only want him to learn right from wrong. Then I usually walk away and cry.
It will be the same with my daughter.
There is a right way to whip. And I believe whipping is good. It shows a child that doing wrong will result in a bad consequence.
But moderation is key. Its never ok to hit your child just because you're mad. Its never ok to bruise your child. And its never ok to make your child feel unloved or like they are less than an amazing human being.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Halloween
Since Monday was Halloween, and my absolute favorite holiday, I wanted to talk a bit about it.
When I was growing up, I wasn't allowed to celebrate Halloween. We didn't go trick or treating or dress up. We didn't even give out candy. I do remember one year we got to carry our pillowcases and go to the few houses on our street (a grand total of 5!) in our play clothes while it was still day time.
I loved it!
Now, I'm not the kind of person that watches scary, gory movies. In fact, I refuse to watch anything like that. I've had horrible night terrors since I was probably born and its just something I don't want to feed.
However, I love the scary part of Halloween!
I love graveyards and skeletons and ghosts, and all that stuff. Though that stuff fascinates me year round, its much more fun to see it all when the weather is cool and the nights are darker.
Its such a fun time of year!
But in recent years I've noticed that females of all ages use the holiday as an excuse to dress like a whore. I've heard people defending it ("They just want to feel sexy!") but I just can't get in on it. Especially the young girls who do it. Its disturbing enough to see a 15 year old girl with a dress up to her cookie, but this year I've seen 5 and 6 year old girls dressed like that with high heels on!
Excuse me? Where the fuck are their parents?
Ooh yea. They're the ones allowing it!
Have these people not thought about their actions? Have they not seen the news where children are being abducted, raped, and murdered? Do they not realize how many sexual predators are actually in their communities? There is a website that shows where each one lives. I've been on it 2 or 3 times, and its scary to know that there are some that live so close to us.
Why don't parents realize that they aren't being their child's friend, they're actually setting their daughters out there to be leered at by perverted men? They are over sexualizing their daughters and implanting it in their heads that sexy is what matters.
I like to dress sexy when Jason and I go out for our dates. I put on my 4 or 5 inch heels and a cute black dress. I pay more attention to how my makeup looks. Its nice to be a little sexy.
But its completely different to look like a street corner whore. Its not cute. Its disturbing. And it shows a lack of self respect.
When I was growing up, I wasn't allowed to celebrate Halloween. We didn't go trick or treating or dress up. We didn't even give out candy. I do remember one year we got to carry our pillowcases and go to the few houses on our street (a grand total of 5!) in our play clothes while it was still day time.
I loved it!
Now, I'm not the kind of person that watches scary, gory movies. In fact, I refuse to watch anything like that. I've had horrible night terrors since I was probably born and its just something I don't want to feed.
However, I love the scary part of Halloween!
I love graveyards and skeletons and ghosts, and all that stuff. Though that stuff fascinates me year round, its much more fun to see it all when the weather is cool and the nights are darker.
Its such a fun time of year!
But in recent years I've noticed that females of all ages use the holiday as an excuse to dress like a whore. I've heard people defending it ("They just want to feel sexy!") but I just can't get in on it. Especially the young girls who do it. Its disturbing enough to see a 15 year old girl with a dress up to her cookie, but this year I've seen 5 and 6 year old girls dressed like that with high heels on!
Excuse me? Where the fuck are their parents?
Ooh yea. They're the ones allowing it!
Have these people not thought about their actions? Have they not seen the news where children are being abducted, raped, and murdered? Do they not realize how many sexual predators are actually in their communities? There is a website that shows where each one lives. I've been on it 2 or 3 times, and its scary to know that there are some that live so close to us.
Why don't parents realize that they aren't being their child's friend, they're actually setting their daughters out there to be leered at by perverted men? They are over sexualizing their daughters and implanting it in their heads that sexy is what matters.
I like to dress sexy when Jason and I go out for our dates. I put on my 4 or 5 inch heels and a cute black dress. I pay more attention to how my makeup looks. Its nice to be a little sexy.
But its completely different to look like a street corner whore. Its not cute. Its disturbing. And it shows a lack of self respect.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Might as well
Since this is my blog and I can do whatever I want, I'm going to advertize.
I have a fan page on Facebook, if you want to check out my sales, promotions or just look at some delicious food!
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I have a fan page on Facebook, if you want to check out my sales, promotions or just look at some delicious food!
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Running in circles
Well, my goal was to lose 4 to 6 pounds by today. I've lost 2.
I need to workout but I am so tired I can't stand it.
I just wish Sorcha would sleep so I can sleep. She's sick and hasn't been sleeping much lately. Its driving me up the wall.
And since the holidays are coming up, I'm doing more "heavy" baking. Like right now I'm doing a "Test This" sale for my business where you can test out a newer version of my Sweet Potato Cheesecake, my Pumpkin Cheesecake and some Apple Honey Butter.
And guess who will also be "testing" them...
I am my own worst enemy when it comes to losing weight.
I need to workout but I am so tired I can't stand it.
I just wish Sorcha would sleep so I can sleep. She's sick and hasn't been sleeping much lately. Its driving me up the wall.
And since the holidays are coming up, I'm doing more "heavy" baking. Like right now I'm doing a "Test This" sale for my business where you can test out a newer version of my Sweet Potato Cheesecake, my Pumpkin Cheesecake and some Apple Honey Butter.
And guess who will also be "testing" them...
I am my own worst enemy when it comes to losing weight.
Monday, October 24, 2011
Food Presentation
If you plan on eating at a restaurant anytime in the future, or working at one, I have tips on how your plate should look.
First off, stop putting stuff on the rim of the bowl or plate. The rim should be 100% clean. No fingerprints. No oils. No herbs. No sauces. I don't care what the dish is, the entire rim should be clean. It is no longer the 90's, stop sprinkling parsley all over the rim of my plate. Its tacky and messy looking.
Unless you ordered cold food, such as a cold soup or salad, all of your food should be piping hot. This means it was just made, not sitting around waiting for someone to order it.
Every single bite of food should be fresh. I know chain restaurants have to have their stuff shipped in frozen to maintain a "standard", but it doesn't mean it should taste like it was heated up in a microwave. The perfect example is Olive Garden. Have you had their bread sticks? They taste the EXACT same as the Great Value frozen garlic bread sticks at Walmart. Only saltier. Someone needs to take away their garlic salt. Seriously. No one likes that nasty crap. Garlic is cheap, people. Chop some up, put it and REAL butter in a pot and let them meld together on a low heat. Then brush the butter on the bread. The flavor is so much better!
Meat should be juicy. Marbling on a steak is fantastic! Hunks of fat are disgusting. All fat should be trimmed from chicken. Chicken fat is some of the nastiest shit you could get. No one wants that. Hell, no one wants fat surrounding their meat. No matter what meat I order, if I have to cut fat off the outside of it just to get to the actual meat, you can bet I won't eat it.
Vegetables should not be mushy. Green vegetables should not be that weird Army green. This means they were over cooked. This means they have little to no dietary benefit. This means they should be sent back.
I know a lot of people that won't send back food for fear of what the server or cook will do to it. When you walk into any dining establishment, there should be a Health Code grade displayed. If its hidden somewhere to the point that you can't immediately see it, walk out. If the score is below an 85, walk out. If you don't see a "ServSafe Certification" sign anywhere, walk out. I am ServeSafe certified. This means I know at what temperature foods should be held before, during and after being cooked. I know what diseases are contracted from what foods. I know to what temperature every food should be cooked to to properly kill bacteria (I completely ignore it when I order my rare steak!). I also know proper cleaning and sanitizing procedures, not only for me but also for foods, food preparation surfaces, floors, dishes, cookware, ranges, grills, friers, ovens, hoods, ect. That means I know how to keep a standard to prevent food poisoning.
Is your waitress/waiter smacking gum, taking a long time to get to you, or have an attitude or keeps chatting with coworkers/patrons with complete disreguard for their customers? Then they may do something to your food because they don't care about their job.
Do you see other tables sending back food? Then you probably won't be happy with yours either. Its usually a sign of cooks that also don't care about the quality of the food they're putting out.
There is a huge difference between a cook and a chef. Don't let titles fool you. A chef is passionate about the products they produce and will do everything in their power to make you happy. A cook, even if they have culinary training, doesn't give a damn. And it won't take long to see the difference.
One last thing. Stop going to all of those chain places. Look for a hole in the wall spot. They are usually producing some of the best foods you've ever had. If you see a place you'd like to try, look them up online. If they have fewer than 3 restaurants, check out their reviews. Then try them for yourself. Sometimes they're amazing and you wonder why you never tried them before. Sometimes you wonder how the hell they're still open! I've had both experiences. And one of those places is one of my absolute favorites! The one where I had THE WORST SERVICE AND FOOD OF ALL TIME, they are now out of business. They were also left the tip "Your "chef" should learn to cook"
First off, stop putting stuff on the rim of the bowl or plate. The rim should be 100% clean. No fingerprints. No oils. No herbs. No sauces. I don't care what the dish is, the entire rim should be clean. It is no longer the 90's, stop sprinkling parsley all over the rim of my plate. Its tacky and messy looking.
Unless you ordered cold food, such as a cold soup or salad, all of your food should be piping hot. This means it was just made, not sitting around waiting for someone to order it.
Every single bite of food should be fresh. I know chain restaurants have to have their stuff shipped in frozen to maintain a "standard", but it doesn't mean it should taste like it was heated up in a microwave. The perfect example is Olive Garden. Have you had their bread sticks? They taste the EXACT same as the Great Value frozen garlic bread sticks at Walmart. Only saltier. Someone needs to take away their garlic salt. Seriously. No one likes that nasty crap. Garlic is cheap, people. Chop some up, put it and REAL butter in a pot and let them meld together on a low heat. Then brush the butter on the bread. The flavor is so much better!
Meat should be juicy. Marbling on a steak is fantastic! Hunks of fat are disgusting. All fat should be trimmed from chicken. Chicken fat is some of the nastiest shit you could get. No one wants that. Hell, no one wants fat surrounding their meat. No matter what meat I order, if I have to cut fat off the outside of it just to get to the actual meat, you can bet I won't eat it.
Vegetables should not be mushy. Green vegetables should not be that weird Army green. This means they were over cooked. This means they have little to no dietary benefit. This means they should be sent back.
I know a lot of people that won't send back food for fear of what the server or cook will do to it. When you walk into any dining establishment, there should be a Health Code grade displayed. If its hidden somewhere to the point that you can't immediately see it, walk out. If the score is below an 85, walk out. If you don't see a "ServSafe Certification" sign anywhere, walk out. I am ServeSafe certified. This means I know at what temperature foods should be held before, during and after being cooked. I know what diseases are contracted from what foods. I know to what temperature every food should be cooked to to properly kill bacteria (I completely ignore it when I order my rare steak!). I also know proper cleaning and sanitizing procedures, not only for me but also for foods, food preparation surfaces, floors, dishes, cookware, ranges, grills, friers, ovens, hoods, ect. That means I know how to keep a standard to prevent food poisoning.
Is your waitress/waiter smacking gum, taking a long time to get to you, or have an attitude or keeps chatting with coworkers/patrons with complete disreguard for their customers? Then they may do something to your food because they don't care about their job.
Do you see other tables sending back food? Then you probably won't be happy with yours either. Its usually a sign of cooks that also don't care about the quality of the food they're putting out.
There is a huge difference between a cook and a chef. Don't let titles fool you. A chef is passionate about the products they produce and will do everything in their power to make you happy. A cook, even if they have culinary training, doesn't give a damn. And it won't take long to see the difference.
One last thing. Stop going to all of those chain places. Look for a hole in the wall spot. They are usually producing some of the best foods you've ever had. If you see a place you'd like to try, look them up online. If they have fewer than 3 restaurants, check out their reviews. Then try them for yourself. Sometimes they're amazing and you wonder why you never tried them before. Sometimes you wonder how the hell they're still open! I've had both experiences. And one of those places is one of my absolute favorites! The one where I had THE WORST SERVICE AND FOOD OF ALL TIME, they are now out of business. They were also left the tip "Your "chef" should learn to cook"
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