This blog will be moving

May 27, 2013 § 2 Comments

I know it’s not updating anymore, and I said I wouldn’t be back. But this old place still gets a bit of traffic, and I refuse to let my words provide WordPress with anything.

WordPress has always been very bad about taking things down that plainly violate its own TOS. The blog Gender Trender, which out trans women — complete with pictures and any data they can publish on them — and advocates violence against them, was finally taken down some months ago.

Gender Trender’s transmisogynist fan base started a letter writing campaign aimed at people high up at WordPress. I have just learned that they caved and reinstated Gender Trender, a violent and dangerous blog.

I can in conscience no longer bring traffic to this site, so this and any other blog I have on WP will be moving, just as soon as I can find someplace to move them to. Get ready to update your bookmarks.

On What Happened

May 14, 2013 § Leave a comment

This blog is more than two years dead now. Sorry, folks. (Not that I have regular readers anymore, of course, but every so often, someone still links to this place.)

After the last time I posted, the restaurant lasted a few more months, but finally I simply had to admit the truth: I could not make it work. Making everything from scratch was too fucking expensive, the labor costs were too much, there was no possible way to break even, much less make a profit. I was deeply in debt (seriously I could have paid for medical school a couple of times over, I think), mostly to individuals rather than banks. There was nothing to do but close up. So we did.

Nothing has ever been more heartbreaking for me. Not losing a grandparent, not breaking up with someone I thought I was going to spend my life with, nothing. My therapist compared my loss to losing a child. I’ve never been a parent, so I couldn’t say, but I know that I was utterly crushed. Much too much so to talk here about what happened.

In the months leading up to the closure, I fell in love. My partner got me through that incredibly dark time. We registered a domestic partnership last year, and are planning a wedding for December.

I’m still trying to figure out what to do with the rest of my life, now that that dream is dead. I can’t possibly work for someone else in restaurants anymore, for all the reasons I talked about here, and there’s no point in even trying to start my own again. I’m trying to get a job at a nonprofit now, really change careers. It’s hard, though. I’m 35, and my last ten years of experience are completely irrelevant to anything I think I might want to do now. Nobody wants to hire you without experience, so there’s no way to get any.

But I’m managing. We’re managing, my partner and I. Life goes on, even after your dream dies.

I tried to keep this blog strictly pseudonymous because I was airing the dirty laundry of the restaurant industry, and I knew it could affect my career and my restaurant if I did so under my own name. Now that I’m out of it, I don’t have any reason to keep it a secret anymore. I was never very good at it.

My name is Rebecca Scott. I live in Seattle. My restaurant was called The Night Kitchen, after the Maurice Sendak book. I blog and comment in various places under the handle MadGastronomer, which is a unique signifier — if you spot a MadGastronomer, that’s me. Feel free to say hi.

Otherwise, though, it’s time and past time to put up the chairs, turn off the lights, and lock the doors on this place, officially. Thanks to anybody who’s read it and liked it. (Haters can go fuck themselves with a hot saute pan.) I’m not turning off comments, because that would erase the ones already here, but I won’t be approving any more, or indeed looking at them.

Good night.

Not so much like the law

October 17, 2010 § 3 Comments

So, I’ve been watching The West Wing, and the saying keeps coming up: “Those who love sausage and the law should not see them made.”*

I don’t know about laws, but this sausage thing is crap. I love sausage, and I love to see it made and to make it (as long as it’s made with quality ingredients). It’s a fascinating process, and generally people are grossed out by it primarily because of the disconnect that industrial farming has inserted between us and our food. (OK, yeah, and the fact that factory-made sausage often has some very questionable ingredients.)

*Which, no, was not said by Otto von Bismarck originally.

Under the weather

October 5, 2010 § 1 Comment

Hi, folks. I hope to be back and writing in a few days, but right now I’m not feeling quite myself, and work is taking all the energy and attention I can muster. Normal service should resume shortly.

Couple of Quick Things

September 21, 2010 § Leave a comment

Those points I made about it being more difficult for married women and women with kids? Echidne of the Snakes brings up a study on pay rates that I think relates.

Also, it seems I am spreading my bizarro kitchen work ethics to my front of house people, or at least my office people. I get occasional migraines, and if I’m already at work when I get them, or there’s something only I can take care of to do on a day when I have one, I often work anyway, albeit in the dark. My assistant-manager-in-charge-of-receiving-and-filing messaged me the other evening saying she had a migraine and so might be in late the next day, but was apparently planning to come in even if the migraine continued. I checked to make sure we weren’t expecting any deliveries (because if we were, I’d have to be there on my day off to receive them myself), and then told her to just stay home and recover. I feel weird about this. I do sometimes have to work with a migraine, but having had chefs who made me come in to work for them, I don’t want to do that to anyone else, and I don’t like that my example makes my staff think I want them to work with migraines.

Also, welcome to any Zuskateers who wandered over after Zuska so kindly linked to me.

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