Day thirty-five: Hot and sweet, with a luscious recipe
No, this is not porn. I’m just roasting from this heat and full to the brim of sweets. And I am so pissed off at one of my teammates (Mr. Big who is acting very, very little) I yearn to give him a spanking and tell him to grow up, already.
Day thirty-four: Here’s a chocolate recipe you’ve probably never seen and simply can’t live without
I just have four words for you: Chocolate Stout Crème Brûlée. Are you dying? You will when I add one more word to the mix: Recipe. Yep. With the help of two Chefs, I came up with a recipe for Chocolate Stout Crème Brûlée. And I’m sharing.
Day thirty-three: From learning to pizza to pretzels to learning
By the time school ends, using some very rough math, I will not have made 360 of the recipes we are given to make in the kitchen. That’s 360 chances to learn something I won’t have. Sure, there is some overlap, but not always, not always. You see …
Day thirty-two: I’m baking
Today was one of those odd days where I actually got more out of the lecture than I did the kitchen time. See, I’m always chomping at the bit to get into the kitchen. But, today, I left the kitchen with so many more questions than learning that I’d have preferred to spend more time [...]
Day thirty-one: Want to know who’s who in the cooking world?
At school: Quiz, reach-in clean up. Yeah, yeah, yawn. After my turn as wheel yesterday, I’ve been thinking about who, exactly, does what in the back of the house. So let’s skip school and, instead, peek behind those closed (or swinging) restaurant doors and see what is really going on back there.
Day thirty: Where I take the wheel
Two days ago we did a lunch time live fire. It went … erm … oh, is that the pope? Yeah. Mama was wheel and was overwhelmed by the tickets. Mr. Big was grill and put some beautiful grill marks on some embarrassingly raw-in-the-center salmon. And me? I served a seriously nasty soup Mr. Big [...]
Julie & Julia: The review
I tried hard, very hard, to get tickets to the screening. But, alas, we only moved here just before school started, so I didn’t have any contacts for this sort of thing so, yeah, no tickets. So I waited for the opening. And then the heavens smiled on me . . .
Day twenty-nine: When is a vegetarian not a vegetarian?
My day started with an incredibly interesting fact. Then me and my trusty knife slashed our way through oranges and croutons and fruit salad. Then there were tastings and critiques done at a breakneck pace. And, finally, songs. Yep. Typical day at culinary school. Lemme tell you all about it.
Day twenty-eight: Trial by fire
Welcome to chef day where we learn how to talk like a real chef and act like a real chef. The idea is to get us cooking like a real chef. Oh dear.
Day twenty-seven: Sweat
Today, we finished our discussion on fish cookery with the ever-whirling debate on farmed fish versus wild fish. Fascinating stuff. And I have information on this coming up if you want a bit of insight. Then, we went into the kitchen to prepare for tomorrow’s life fire simulation. It did not go well. And I’ll [...]
