And even more cooking tips …
And here are even more cooking tips from that contest I held. This is a good batch of really practical kitchen tips you can use right now. I know. I did!
Day twenty-two: I am saute cook
I am hot. The kind of hot where even your scalp emanates heat, just like in the comics. My hands smell like fish and, of all things, salt. There is a bruise on the back of my right hand and another, about three times the size, on the inside of my right arm. And hungry [...]
Who wants some cooking tips?
Do you remember the contest I held at the end of last year? The one where the readers who entered also gave me some cooking tips? Well, if you’ve been reading me all along, you know I have been sharing the tips with you in batches of ten. I’ve been caught up in school and [...]
Day twenty-one: My first day in the restaurant and I never touched any food
Today I start the last semester of my last term. Unlike previous semesters, which were split between classroom time and kitchen time, this semester is spent entirely in the school restaurant. We will be cooks and waiters and dishwashers. And if we screw it up, our paying patrons will be hungry or annoyed. Can we [...]
Day twenty: Did the culinary school student dispatch the lobster or not?
In my Day Nineteen post I talked about watching the Chef dispatch (culinary speak for kill) a lobster. This was a prelude to our killing a lobster in the next class. The next class is today.
What does a culinary school student do on the weekend? Go to culinary school, of course!
The two most interesting students at the consumer baking class I took this weekend stepped, I swear, right out of the Soprano’s. The mother, for it was a mother / daughter team, was a rail thin, make-up caked, bottle blonde loaded with jangling bracelets and necklaces, all gold, and buoyed with the most impressive rack [...]
Day nineteen: Lobster murderfest
Shortly before we moved here, a restaurant in the last city we lived in announced their newest special by hanging an enormous banner outside their establishment that proudly announced “Lobster Lovefest!” When my husband and I saw the banner,I turned to him and said: “Not for the poor lobsters. For them, it is lobster murderfest.” [...]
Day eighteen: A pretty plate of pale pink pork
Alliteration. I know. But it so works, don’t you think? So there I was, with a mess of pork and cabbage and boiled potatoes and I had to make a plate out of it. Let me tell you all about it.
