Day two, and the word for today is batonnet
More administrative stuff this morning. Now, the chef is wonderful and interesting in her rambling, opinionated (and don’t get me wrong, I much prefer people with an opinion) way, but every minute I am in the classroom is a minute I am not in the kitchen. And every minute not spent in the kitchen feels [...]
Culinary school: Day one
Are you supposed to wear the chef’s uniform on your first day? Even if you will not be cooking? Turns out that yes, yes you are. Even if it means you have not had time to have the one-size-fits-all pants that are really one-size-fits-no-one pants hemmed. So I rolled ‘em and put ‘em on. Along [...]
Cooking school orientation
Cooking school: Day one. Or, Day before Day One I was more keyed about getting there than I was about being there. Ah, the joys of being in a new city. But I got there with no problems thanks to the dry run we did a few days ago. Ah, the joys of being anal. [...]
How I ended up in cooking school
My last cooking adventure involved using a homemade canvas pastry mat. See, I had read in one of those happy 1950s cookbooks (“You, too, can make a meatloaf your husband will thank you for!”) that canvas pastry mats were perfect for rolling out pastry. And that canvas mat turned out to be my magic carpet [...]
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