Dotty Mc Dot Dots

Schools Out! (Kinda...)

2009-06-11T15:43:00.002-04:00

I can not wait for school to be over! But unfortunately it's not completely over for me. I have like another five years for school to be over but...who cares?

My life when i'm 24 years old

2009-06-02T15:48:00.002-04:00

My dream career is to become a fashion designer in Los Angeles, California and be a fashion and culture journalist. I say this because I feel like you can let your freedom loose and you have no limits with fashion. I also want to be a journalist because I love to write about things that are interesting. Not to be mean to any writers out there but I'm a very picky reader because I feel that there is little writing out there that appeals to me. And my favorite things to read are human interest articles which is fashion and culture partly. I would live in Los Angeles because it is the fashion capital of the united states and that's where all the interesting things happen in the world. And lastly... I would keep my dog Lucky and take her with me to California I will live in a mansion and I will own a red Porche and a black Ferrari. That's not my dream life...it's whats my life WILL be!

2009-05-20T15:39:00.002-04:00

Pumpkin Spice

Chapter 1

I flipped the crepe on the pan; I heard a sizzle and then a crackle. An orange flame blazed in the air. I had just done a triple flip in the air. The five other chefs in the room did a polite golf clap. I had finally mastered it! This had been the moment I had been waiting for since the day I entered the French Culinary Institute.
You just met me so I will cut you a break for what you know and don’t know. I am a student at the French culinary school in Manhattan, New York. I’m 28 years old and I live in a cozy three leveled place in one of the nicest apartments in New York City. Yes I do boast quite a bit. But does it matter? No not really because you should be able to brag if you own the top five restaurants in America. You may be wondering why at 28 years of age I am taking a cooking class. Well, when you become a chef you have to renew your license of becoming a chef by taking a class in your expertise. Mine just happens to be the artistry of pastries and French cuisine. I have been working in this area of cooking since I finished my getting my degree at Yale on journalism in the cooking area.
I have dark chocolate brown hair that curls at the bottom. I have pale skin that wears red makeup every day to bring out my hazel brown eyes. My long elegant legs let me prance like a model. Today I just happened to be wearing an outfit that I designed myself. A long blue shirt with a belt rapped around my thin waste. Black leggings that just barely cover my dull black high heels. And lastly, to top that whole outfit I wore a white bow directly on the top of my head.
I have been told that I am most loved chef in America. From my cooking show Simply Deliciouso to my twelve cook books that have been published. I feel almost as if I rule the world. People would say that they like my moist half-pound cookies. They are rich and moist but they don’t crumble in your mouth like gold fish.
“Kenley!”
“What? What?”
“We are in the middle of a lesson! Were you day dreaming again?”
“No. Like you would know what I’m thinking about!”
“What you should be thinking about is your flaming pan of orange glaze wine.”
“You know I just mastered a triple flip in the air and all you are doing is yelling at me!”
“Just leave Kenley!”
“Fine! Be that way!” I grabbed my black tote and headed out of the door. As I exited photographers flashed their cameras at me in all different angles.
“Look over here Kenely!”
“Over here, over here Ms.Thompson!”
“Can you please leave me alone for once?”
“What is wrong?” The paparazzi asked me.
“I just want you to be left alone! I just had a bad class to make a long story short.”
“Sorry.” And they walked away.
Chapter 2
I walked back to my apartment building with salty tears running down my face. This had not happened just once that Chef Batoli had had the last string with me. He is a very impatient man. He seems even scarier with his deep voice and very bold eyes.
As I swung through the revolving doors the door man Walter greeted me.
“Good afternoon Ms.Thompson. Nice lesson today?” he asked in a jolly tone.
“No, not really. Chef Batoli yelled at me again. Wally (his nickname.) I am really upset that I have to go back tomorrow and step into his cooking class. I really do not want to apologize because the only reason I am in this mess is because he is not encouraging me to become a better chef. He’s always throwing me to the ground.” I whimpered to him.
“Kenley, I think that expressing your feelings to him might be a good thing to do the next time you encounter him doing that to you.” I looked at him in a way of disgust.
“Don’t you say that every time I have a problem?”
“Well, yes. But what I am saying is the truth. Kenley, you should know that to become a successful chef you have to sometimes take harsh criticism.”
“Thanks for your help Wally.” I said as I walked towards the elevator. I harshly bushed the elevator button and a bright florescent orange color appeared.
I stepped in and a classy Harry Connick Jr. tune played. I pressed level 23b on the button presser thing and the lift began to rise.
Finally I got to my floor I ran down the hallway and I quickly said my name to the operator and the door opened. I took off my shoes and ran up the spiral staircase. My circular bed waited for me to hop into it and go right asleep. And this was exactly what I did.
Chapter 3
“Kenley! Kenley! Wake up!”
“Get away from me!” I groaned sleepily.
“Did she really just say that to a live T.V. channel?”
“Who are y…..you’re Rob Macmillan! You are the head of the “Iron Chef America”. I absolutely love that show!”
“Well lucky you because you have been selected to challenge the one and only Robby Cook!”
For a second there I thought I was going to pass out. But luckily I did not.
“Hurry up and get changed because you need to get to the stadium. We will see you in twenty minutes at the stadium!” Then they left me to my thoughts.
I ran to my closet and slabbed on some clothes. I took my purse and ran to the elevator. I pushed the button and tapped my foot waiting for the doors to open. I stepped in and pressed the number 1 and down I went.
Wally was there his face gleaming with joy. Obviously he had heard about my great news and as I ran out the door he shouted at the top of his lungs, “Good LUCK!” I waved good by and put my hand up for a taxi. One came to an immediate stop as I raised my hand.
“I’m going to thirty-ninth and fourth!” I told the man.
“Yes mam!” he exclaimed back.
In a good five minutes I was there. I had only been to the stadium once so I was happy to be able to be there again.
I walked in casually and once I opened the door a group of people came running toward me with all of the different materials they needed to put me into so I could get ready to cook. Suddenly this man came running towards me and he took me to the set.
“Rob will tell who the tell who the two chefs battling are, tell you the secret ingredient and then you will have to make a side dish, main dish, and a dessert with the usage of the secret ingredient.”
“Okay!” I said back in a loud tone.
“In five, four, three, two, one.” A man said from behind the cameras.
“We are here in the Iron Chef Kitchen, where two chefs will battle out who is the better chef!” Rob points at Robby and then me. “And the secret ingredient is……Pumpkin! Let the match BEGIN!”
A robotic like sound said “You have 1 hour.”
We ran to our sides and planned our three recipes. My entrée was going to going to be pumpkin spice bread. So I started right on it. I cut up half of a pumpkin and measured out all of my dry ingredients, such as sugar and then put them into the bowl. I poured in a cup of milk and then water and blended the ingredients together so their were no lumps in the mixture. I poured it into two rectangular shaped bowls, and then put them into the oven for fifteen minutes.
“Thirty minutes.” The robotic ladies voice said sternly.
I had already completed my first dish. I was right on track. Now onto my main dish. I had decided to do a pumpkin stew with a hint of cinnamon. I cut up five mini pumpkins then blended them so they were almost like a paste. I turned on a boiling pot and threw in the pumpkin, celery, cinnamon, basil, onion, pork, and chicken stalk. Immediately a pungent smell rose into the air filling the kitchen with comfort. I would leave the pot on the stove for ten minutes and it would be ready to go.
Rob came over to my side of the kitchen with five sous chefs waiting happily to help me. He explained to me that I would need to make a pumpkin pie and ice cream with the sous chefs.
“But I don’t need them!” I exclaimed. “Shouldn’t I be doing it all myself instead.”
“No. That would be against the rules! So, off you go.”
“Fine. Then you go make vanilla ice cream, you go make a regular pie crust and you start a pumpkin cream. Now let’s go, go, go.”
My stew was finally ready so I poured a half of a cup of stew into three separate bowls. I put a piece of thin crusty bread on top so I could get good presentation points from the three judges.
I was finally going on to slice my bread when I heard a big clash. One of the sue chefs had knocked the pumpkin cream pie over so it had been ruined. I was about to yell at them when suddenly something popped into my mind: “Kenley, you need to focus and not be so self centered when it comes to cooking. Cooking is supposed to be fun, but when something goes wrong it turns into teamwork.” Chef Batoli had said those exact words when I walked out of the door yesterday, and I was beginning to think that he was right. So I thought to myself and told myself that it was okay and that accidents happen.
“Everyone, it’s okay we can clean this up and start over. I will keep cutting the bread and the two of you can begin the pie.”
I placed the three pieces of bread on three glass plates.
“Five minutes.” The lady said making me panic.
I went over to where the pie was being made and quickly began to help. We finished the pie right in time as the bell rung.
The three judges were journalist from the New York Times food section so I had to impress them.
Robby was up first he got a three out of five on his creativity, a twelve out of sixteen on his presentation, and then he got a ten out of fifteen on his food. So in total he got a twenty-five out of thirty-six possible points.
Then, it was my turn. The judge really thought that my frozen pumpkin cream pie was really creative so I got a five out of five on this category. Then there came my presentation. This was the category I had struggled with the most giving me an eleven out of sixteen possible points. I was a little discouraged with that happening but then came my actual food. When Rob said fifteen out of fifteen I got really excited in fact I jumped up and down.
“Kenley you get an extra five points for your wonderful teamwork at the end. So congratulations, Iron Chef Kenley you have won Iron Chef America.”
I shook Robby’s hand and then left the stadium with satisfactory inside myself not just because of my cooking but because of my ability to work as a team and get a task done. Chef Batoli taught me something. He taught me that thinking with other people and working as a team is the greatest prize of life. I know that that seems like a boring lesson to you but I sure have learned a bunch. Thanks Chef Batoli my life is soo much greater because of you!

2008-12-17T15:27:00.002-05:00

I think that the perfect age is 28 years old. You are young and cute, but at the same time you are smart and well experienced. I think that at age 28 you have a lot of experience but you still have a lot of time left in your life. At age 28 things start to click in your mind and you begin to think about about how you want to live your life well. At age 28 I have a couple jobs that I would like to have. First I would like to be the the Chairman of the United States Stock Market. I would secondly like to be a lawyer. Thirdly, I would like to a professsional phsycologist. I think I would be great at helping people and being able work their problems out.

2008-12-16T15:52:00.005-05:00

Guess what? Well Im going to tell you. Reina and Catherine made fun of me. They thought my voice was too high pitched. Imagine that!!!!!
Actually, what we said was that she has a great radio voice. So there. Fine Oh Thank You !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2008-12-04T15:28:00.002-05:00

I have a very large christmas list oh what shall I do? I want clothing, toys, and and ipod touch, and don't forget shampoo!

2008-12-03T15:35:00.001-05:00

I’m stuck can you help me?!?!?!
English 6 B-block
10/17/08

I flipped the crepe on the pan; I heard a sizzle and then a crackle. An orange flame blazed in the air. I had just done a triple flip in the air. The five other chefs in the room did a polite golf clap. I had finally mastered it! This had been the moment I had been waiting for since the day I entered the French Culinary Institute.
You just met me so I will cut you a break for what you know and don’t know. First off I am a student at the French culinary school in Manhattan, New York. I’m 20 years old and I live in a cozy 3 leveled place in one of the nicest apartments in New York City. Yes I do boast quite a bit. But does it matter? No not really because you should be able to brag if you own the top 5 restaurants in America.
I have been told that I am most loved chef in America. From my cooking show Simply Deliciouso to my 12 cook books that have been published I feel almost as if I rule the world. People would say that they like my moist half-pound cookies. They are rich and moist but they don’t crumble in your mouth like gold fish.
“Kelsey!”
“What? What?”
“We are in the middle of a lesson! Were you day dreaming again?”
“No. Like you would know what I’m thinking about!”
“ What you should be thinking about is your flaming pan of orange glaze wine.”
“ You know I just mastered a triple flip in the air ......

2008-12-02T15:44:00.000-05:00

I have an opinion on many things. Some good and some bad. But before you read this, please keep in mind that everyone has a different opinion so you may agree but you also may think the total opposite of me, and that’s okay!
I have a very strong opinion on the rain forest in general. I believe all wildlife is apart of what we live in. To tell you the truth we, (as in us the humans) have not been treating it like we live with the wild. We have been dumping trash and cutting down trees in these rainforest.
Now if you ask me, I don’t know if you know that by people cutting down trees in the rainforest it limits the amount of fresh oxygen we breathe in. We can prevent this kind of action in so many ways. We can stop cutting down trees and find other ways to be kind to the environment, make paper, and use firewood out of something else. We may need these resources but the thing is, is that we need the environment if we want to stay on the planet Earth for more than a century.
So please work on helping the environment if we do not start to help now their will be no chance of being able to help later on in life.
We may exist but the planet needs us more than we need ourselves at this point!!!!!!!!!!

2008-11-18T15:40:00.029-05:00

Hi readers! Today I just learned about an interesting animal. It is called the Pterosaur. And wow is it a neat animal to do research. You may just be wondering why this prehistoric animal is so cool but it just happens to have been the largest flying animal in the world. Scientist over the past 200 years have been reaserching everything that makes this wonderful animal spark. This animals wing spand is so large that it can fly to heights higher than the atmospher. It is so neat!It can fly up to 132 miles per hour. (Wow! That sure is a precise number!) This animal was a carnivore. It ate mostly smaller birds that would have no chance of living more than a week. This animals life spand is about 97 years. Wow! That's a lot for a bird.

http://www.wisegeek.com/what-is-the-largest-flying-animal-that-ever-lived.htm

Ice cream flavors that rule

2008-11-13T15:43:00.003-05:00

I absoluteley love ice cream. These are my top 50 favorites:
Vanilla
chocalate
swirl
turtle
strawberry
chocalate chip cookie dough
french silk
cotton candy
rocky road
fish food
cookies and cream
mint chocalate chip
butter pecan
party dough
moose tracks
Okay, these are not my top 50 favorites. But they are my favorites! :)

Election

2008-11-05T15:34:00.004-05:00

I don't really think too much about the election. I think that any of the presidents running for a spot in the White House can succeed and reach very high standards. I think that we will just have to see how Barack Obama does at the highest part of government.
Personally, I would have voted for Ralph Nader because of his ways of thinking outside of the box instead of looking at one side of how to solve something. I also think that John McCain and Sarah Palin could have done a great job in office . So as you can see I like a little of each parties ideas, which I think personally is really great thing to keep an opened mind on things!

Soccer team

2008-10-29T15:23:00.003-04:00

My soccer team rocks! It's full of a group of girls who are kind, friendly, and know how to work as a team. At last nights practice we had a blast!( in fact that's the name of our team, "BLAST!") It was what seemed about 20 degrees outside last night at our 2 hour practice. We were all just playing around and having a great time. Then, the funniest thing happened to me, we got our player evaluations back on what we needed to work on and what we had succeded. I saw mine and unlike everyone elses I got a .5 out of 4 possible points. I started cracking up! At least I was a good sport and did not cry about it! Ha! Ha! Ha!

The Hills

2008-10-28T15:39:00.001-04:00

I can not wait for the new Hills episode tommorow! I have been waiting for Lauren and Heidi to become friends again forever. I think that Lo was just stirring the pot. I really do believe that Audrina is not that bright to be liking Lo as a friend! Arrrgh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Again I can't wait

Project Runway

2008-10-22T15:24:00.004-04:00

I am so upset! The other night I was watching Bravo and I ended up wathching the finale of the season. I have been following the show all along and I had my mind set on who i wanted to win but unfortunatley she did not. The girl I wanted to win was named Kenley. She was my favorite. Her way with creating clothes that you would never dream of was spectacular. The 3 girls Catour, Leanne the winner:( and Kenley, my favorite:) showed their final collections at the longest runway in the world. After the runway time then there came the voting. Kenley unfortunatley was voted out first. Then Heidi Klum said,"and the winner of project runway is......Leanne. Congratulations. Iwas really upset. Kenley should have won and thats a fact.

Culinary school

2008-10-16T13:03:00.004-04:00

Would you ever want to go to a culinary school? Well, some people would say, "oh that's boring" but the truth is that I love to cook. Anything really . I watch the food network. Weird ? Yes! Do i like it? Of course! My 3 fav. chefs are: Cat cora( an iron chef) Giada de Laurentis(italian cooking) and Bobby Flay(a barbequer who's rcipes are GREAT1) i've tried them. Do you agree with me on the cooking factor? Toodles!!
-Dots

Blogger

2008-10-15T15:57:00.001-04:00

I'm happy to be in blog town! It took me a while to get in but now haraaaah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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2008-09-22T19:19:00.001-04:00

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