Thanks are due
Ah, culinary school. Sure, it may have been more the home of petty, childish behavior than the intellectual and creative Mecca of food I had hoped, but, still, I learned a lot. So thanks are due.
Should I go to culinary school from someone who has been
Despite Anthony Bourdain’s blanket condemnation of culinary school, I would not give it a sweeping no. But you do need to know what you are getting into.
Let me answer your questions
Quite a lot of you have asked questions that, alas, I have not had an opportunity to answer. Let me rectify this now. And thanks for your patience.
So what happens to me now?
I’m going back to journalism. Let me tell you why.
And the culinary school student goes on externship
School is over, holiday is taken, and now I am an extern. And you will never believe what I have traded my knives for . . .
It’s a new day!
No more school means no more days in a term to count. Which, of course, means no more counting days in the headline. It is a new day, indeed! So what does a culinary school student do when school is over? Well, the first thing she does is take a holiday. And eat. We had [...]
Day forty: Fin
I am now going to say something I’ve been waiting months to say. Today is my last day of school. I’m going to tell you all about it. And, as a bit of a treat (if only to myself), I am going to include a few quotes that sum up the way I think of [...]
Day thirty-nine: Last day in the restaurant and I cooked …
Sweet Line Cook never did show up today and the restaurant was fully booked, so the Chef told me I could have his station: Grill. So, after I set up the restaurant, I did the prep for the grill station. I was delighted to be cooking again.
Day thirty-eight: Be good to your waitress
Today is day two of me playing server. Once again, we had an almost packed restaurant. Like yesterday, I again managed to draw a line across my left breast with my blue pen (it’s not that I am a total klutz, it’s just that I am required to wear my white Chef’s jacket for service [...]
Day thirty-seven: Where I am now doing the one job I have yet to do
My captors refuse to release me preferring, instead, to confine me to a small square of floor where I pace, pace, pace from table to table, forever doomed to ask people, “So, do you know what you want today?” and busily writing “chop” or “chix” or “tang” or whatever phrase my captors insist I use [...]
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