i can see the head! (or, why i'm really upset with epcot chefs)

and so i slide from the birth canal of livejournal into the waiting, gloved hands of blogger. here goes nothing.

i have a moderately healthy (detrimental only to my wallet) obsession with disney world (and other theme parks-i don't discriminate). i file my disney memories in the same metaphorical cabinet as memories of santa claus, child laughter, and the smell of cookies baking. today at the place where i work, which happens to be a whole foods market, we had chefs from epcot come to do a cooking class for all of the slack jawed pseudo health nuts we could cram into our classroom.

wait.

let's go back a few days to when i was really excited about this. i looked forward to the impending visit from the food gods of epcot as a magical experience, a chance to meet and work with the people who have made so many of my dining experiences at disney world delicious (and fucking magical).

wait.

fast forward to when i found out that these mickey mouse chefs weren't cooking their own food to hand out to the "students" in the class, that our store would prepare all the samples to be consumed after the class. i found out that they had a list of demands six pages long, which we were to provide at our expense. i found out that i was going to have to help make this happen, despite my normal everyday workload.

impostors! it was a sham! a fake! charlatans, the both of them! and we were raffling off disney tickets to the luckiest fatty in the class. all of this, it seemed, was a plot to pimp disney's food and wine festival. a show. that's all it was. and those douchebags would take all the credit for the delicious food.

i still love disney world. i love you...but i don't have to like you right now.