Greetings, Salutations and Welcome!
But first, introductions: I am Mandy but please feel free to call me Cessa, my friends do. And I consider everyone a friend... until I don't. But that's very rare and gets dealt with swiftly, remind me to share my cyanide cupcake recipe with you at a later date. Please note, I have never nor will I ever poison anyone.
Onward: On this day, 1 October 2019, I was challenged. Challenged, by my boss. Most readers might say "Amanda, (or Cessa, for those who consider themselves friends) who isn't challenged by their boss, daily?" Touché. But this is a challenge I am excited about. Today, the first day of Halloween, I will begin preparing, in earnest for the Grand Opening of my restaurant, Cessa's. I have talked about opening a restaurant for a long time, I have dreamed about the day when I would be an entrepreneur, a business owner, and the proud mother of my fourth child - Cessa's.
Obviously I don't want to give away my "secret" recipes (I got them off the back of the box!), or my "secret" ingredients (chicken bouillon powder), or my concept (comfort food from the many places that have influenced me in my life, plus a few recipes that I have "invented") because that would be giving a leg up to the competition. You can see how concerned I am about competition, can’t you? If anything I do, say or come up with inspires anyone, SO MUCH YES. I want to encourage and motivate!
So here, I will evaluate restaurants that I visit, share recipes, provide tips and tricks I have incorporated and most of all, hopefully, I will entertain in the most educational way possible. I say evaluate, but really, I rarely have anything bad to say about anyone or anything. My personal motto is that every experience is what you make of it; going in with a "this is going to suck" attitude will ensure that it does in fact suck. SO - you can read what I write, but its only one girl’s optimistic opinion.
Now here is where I am going to be tested because I work 12 hour days, throw in a 45 minute lunch and an hour and a half for driving to and from work and you got a 14 hour day. Ok - so I must only work 4 days a week right? Because EVERYONE works a 40 hour work week? Your naiveté is endearing. No, I work SIX days a week. 80 hours a week of just working. I have ONE day a week to visit restaurants, test recipes or sleep/ do laundry / clean.
And here is where YOU are going to be tested, friends. Because the places I visit are local to ME, and ya girl is currently residing in Kuwait. I will also be working in Celsius instead of Fahrenheit and possibly even grams and kilograms instead of ounces and pounds. I think they still use tea/table spoons and cups ... right? We will find out. Together.
So this coming weekend (which what we call our one day off) I plan on making breakfast burritos with salsa, for my co-workers as well as pulled chicken sandwiches with potato salad (I just right this minute decided on the potato salad, but I have been thinking about the chicken sammies for about a week now) and banana bread. I really like to try and jam as much living into that one day so the rest of the week as I slowly die I have the memories to keep me going.
Ok Party People, pictures to follow.
My ho-made salsa and toasted ham, egg, cheese and potato breakfast burrito
