“I feel beautiful,” he says.
256 Spring Street/Jeffersonville, Indiana/47130
Josh told me about a new place in town called the Red Yeti Brewing Company. What’s this? A real craft brewing company with farm to fork food? In Jeffersonville, Indiana? I had to know more so we popped in today for a quick bite and a cold stout.
First, a bit of history. Our region is as old as the hills and seldom is there a new shop (or store) open that offers farm to fresh anything. Sauces come in large cans and you’re lucky to get fresh homemade pasta anywhere. Our city is dusty, old, historic, and not much happens in the way of culinary surprises.
So it was a nice fresh surprise upon first arriving: a small quaint crowd gathered ’round the bar, and the smell of fresh food was immediate. We were greeted by our server, Ashley, who was super friendly (but not overbearing) and besides serving us, she filled us in on the local food scene- what came from where- and also obliged to tell us what our food was made of.
I’d like an Ashley in every restaurant. I was dying to know what was in our smoked brisket, besides their homemade BBQ sauce (yes, homemade), smoked cheese, and bacon jam. There was a distinct sweetness there that I couldn’t quite pick out.
“Blueberries,” Ashley revealed. “We don’t have a freezer or a microwave. All of our food is market fresh from the local region.”
Ashley, we love you. (Don’t worry Jack. We love you too!)
Our home cut fries were served with a fresh covering of grated parmesan with a side of garlic ranch aioli. The food was absolutely fantastic and so very fresh. Although they spoke of making their own brew soon, for now, they’re importing a variety of exotic sounding (and tasting) beers. Take for instance, the Brooklyn Chocolate Stout:
It’s absolutely out of this world with notes of deep chocolate. It’s richer, deeper, and full of way more flavor than a traditional stout. Heaven in a glass.
The colour scheme was rather masculine, which I very much like: red and black throughout surrounded by brick walls. Large pieces of machinery peppered the decor giving it an interesting industrial tinge that I very much dug:
One thing that I really appreciate about this place is that the menu is small and uncluttered. If I’ve learned anything from Ramsay’s Kitchen Nightmares, it’s that most failing businesses clutter their menus with unnecessary items that they’ll never cook. Everything on the menu is (again) fresh, and made by a professional chef as well as a sous chef, and it definitely shows.
As Ashley stated, “I’m proud to be part of this establishment. We all work really hard to bring the best that we can and do what we can to make it what it is.”
She went on to describe many of her work days, which include arriving early to sort out the fresh kale and other farm fresh vegetables. I’m used to eateries such as this on Bardstown Rd. in Louisville, Kentucky, but it’s a total delight to find such a gem right around the corner here in Jeffersonville.
My guy before the Brooklyn Chocolate Stout:
“Do you know what I love about you?” He asks.
“What?” I ask in return, eyeballing my stout.
We’ll definitely be coming back to the Red Yeti Brewing Company. 🙂
And when they’re laying their traps, waiting for you to fall- look ’em dead in the eyes and smile. It will kill them- because they don’t know how to love.
I want to be a forensic psychiatrist. I’m pretty sure I’m destined to become one. “What does a forensic psychiatrist do?” you might ask. Think: Clarice Starling.
[Insert creepy music and Hannibal Lecter’s “fava bean lip quake”]
Forensic psychologists do minor interviews and assessments with people who are in incarcerated, jail mostly, gathering information for criminal lawyers or law enforcement. They might give the detainee a few psychological assessments to gauge whether or not he or she is competent to stand trial, or, if they’re eligible to plead guilty by reason of insanity- which is usually the offender’s last ditch effort at getting out of prison.
But a forensic psychiatrist, on the other hand, sometimes administers the polygraph (and interprets it) and also spends his or her time at places like Leavenworth or Sing Sing, hanging out with the big boys (like Hannibal Lecter). The main difference between a forensic psychologist and a forensic psychiatrist is that the forensic psychologist obtains either a PhD (academic/research-based) or a PsyD (clinical/experience-based) while the forensic psychiatrist will receive the M.D. as he or she will have gone to medical school rather than just “college”. Also, a forensic psychiatrist is able to prescribe medications- a forensic psychologist is not.
I would quite literally need to go to med school for 4 years if I want to entertain the idea of becoming a forensic psychiatrist (and that’s after getting my B.S. in psychology.) And you can’t even get into med school until you’ve finished all of your prerequisites, which include: one semester of Biochemistry, one full year of General Chemistry w/ labs, one full year of Organic Chemistry w/ labs, one full year of Physics w/ labs, and one full year of Biology w/ labs and again, these are just the prereqs!
I think I might give it a shot. If I utterly fail, I can always go with the alternative: forensic psychology. School begins in 6 weeks and I cannot wait.
Still, I’m enjoying my vacation (finally!) and am allowing myself some much needed down time (without feeling guilty). The new toys help. 🙂
Bistro set for the back deck
I walked out onto our back patio deck yesterday and Josh had set up a beautiful Mexican dinner for us. We’d just ordered new wicker bistro patio furniture (table w/ textured glass and two accompanying chairs) and he’d assembled them on the sly. When I went out back to see my surprise, he had a spread of steak quesadillas (loaded with white cheese- Heaven!) and steak tacos + tongue tacos; extra sweet tea, lots of red and green sauces + flowers in vases and even a boombox hidden under the table playing classical music. Pretty fantastic.
I’ve been torturing myself daily on my career paths. I’m sad to say that Forensic Science is out. That (and CSI in general) is my dream job, but it’s just not possible to get a Forensic Science degree online, and in my current situation, distance ed. is my only option. I’m going to have to go with my 2nd career choice- clinical psychology. But hey, it’s not like I’m upset about it! I’ve found a reputable college with a PhD program (all online). Of course, when it’s time to do the internship, I’ll have to obtain dual residency in both states (Indiana and Kentucky) because the school is in Kentucky- 4 hours away, but I’m in Indiana. When it’s time for all of that, I’ll think about picking up a small efficiency apartment for $500 per month or so, and keep the home Josh and I own in Indiana.
My next move will be to begin working on my B.S. in Psychology at IU East, but there’s one more tiny setback: I won’t qualify for the Frank O’Bannon award there because I didn’t add their school code to my FAFSA between January-March of last year. it may not seem like much of a setback to some people, but that’s an additional $1,300 per semester that I desperately need that doesn’t require paying back.
Therefore, it looks like I’ll be doing Vincennes for two more semesters (working on my 2nd Associates in criminal justice) so that I can add IU’s school code between Jan-March of next year. Afterwards, I’ll attend IU East for my B.S. in Psychology and then transfer over to work on my M.A. in either Forensic Psychology at NDU or Educational Psychology (aka “school psychology”) at Ball State and then transfer yet again to University of the Cumberlands (in Kentucky) to work on my PhD in Clinical Psychology. Unless I’m completely settled in my ultimate career path, I’m just no good. I’ve pretty much mapped out my entire next decade so now I can chill. 🙂
It’s going to be a long road but I’m in it for the long haul. Suffice to say, I’ll be in school for the next 7-9 years, minimally. My classes for this fall semester are:
Intro to Forensic Science
Procedural Criminal Law
My kind of stuff. I still have 6 full weeks of vacation/relaxation before my fall term begins. Josh will be hanging up our rope hammock swing out back (for good summer reading under the ole shade tree) and assembling our new patio hammock too. I don’t have much to complain about; life is pretty good to me/us. ♥