I’m not sure if it was the fatigue, my general yucky state or just pure clumsiness, but I was a complete kitchen catastrophe today. I almost cut myself shredding veggies (thankfully, no injuries yet – knock on wood!) and kept bumping into inanimate objects, kind of like when I’m driving. How embarrassing to be the last person to finish, and still have to redo a botched Mornay sauce (béchamel, egg yolks and gruyère cheese). The chef and a classmate even had to help get me back on track to finish the soufflé batter in time.
What a tough day to have right after I re-motivated myself after a short vacation. Although my neighbor said I overmixed the batter and was so slow that my egg whites were deflating, I was relieved to see that my baby soufflé DID rise and didn’t even taste half bad!
I’m not really sure if I’m ready to start an internship so soon, since I can’t seem to escape the bottom of the class. I mean, what do they expect from an almost-CPA? ; ) The chef placed me at a Michelin-cited seafood restaurant in the Latin Quarter for a 10-week internship starting in a week and a half. If I succeed, someone will be very well fed. If not, he’ll just have to eat my famous instant noodles while I mope over an episode of Gray’s Anatomy. Watch out, little fishies!
who are the little fishies?
RépondreSupprimerI love you, Ann; and I love your blog. How come I feel such affinity with a "foodie?" (yum yum)...
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