Day 91: First Day of the Last Month.
Today was one of those days where I was too cold and too tired to take off my street clothes, so I made the executive decision to keep my clothes on and just put my uniform on top! No I was not in skinny leggings- I was sporting a lovely set of green corduroy pants and yes it still fit underneath my chef pants. Today was also my first day of my last month of culinary school. I can’t believe all you brave souls stuck with me through this ever so epic adventure.
Tyler and I work nicely together because he is pretty pessimistic about everything and I am on the other end of the spectrum and very optimistic about getting things done. “Oh well! We are behind a little—it’s not the end of the world, we will be fine”, I always try to tell him. Our other partner was sick today, so it was just the two of us handling the garganelli with butternut squash sauce, vegetable terrine with a Roquefort (blue cheese) mousse, pate, and a patatoue (potato salad). I worked on the patatoue (excuse my spelling) and the pate dishes, but also helped Tyler with the garganelli (pasta), which is delicious. Service went well- pretty slow considering I don’t know who in their right mind would leave their house under these weather conditions unless they were forced to.
We were a little bit all over the place, but by tomorrow these dishes will be embedded in our brains and it will be green light disctrict. It was nice having a month of experience in the kitchen already and knowing where everything is/ how the system works. I am enjoying this experience tremendously. When it came time to clean up, Tyler was laughing because he finally figured out where all our mise goes. He packs it up and I eat it. At least he can find that humorous!
My-Tree had a bad day. Chef had made butternut squash filled ravioli to use as the pasta of the day special. Poor My-Tree dropped half of them on the floor and got the bitter end of Chef’s wrath. I passed the clutz of the day over to her.
Love Always, E.L.I.A.N.A. N.I.C.O.L.E. W.I.T.T.E.L.S.