It was tough heading into a new level with a completely different instructor, Chef Nic. We had gotten used to the friendly camaraderie enjoyed with Chef Phil, who believed it wasn't necessary to beat down on the students who were paying his salary. Chef Nic, from the Eukraine, has a different approach.
And the Level 3 kitchen was not the bright shiny, stainless steel happy kitchen we were used to. The kitchen was one of the oldest, and notoriously the hottest in school. In Level 3, downstairs from our previous kitchens, there were no automatic toilet flushers, or automatic sinks. We had to remind ourselves to flush and turn the little knobs on the sink. There was no fancy filtered water cooler, like upstairs. We had one of those old school, straight from the tap, kindergarten water fountains. This would not be a part of the school toured by potential students. This was like a dungeon.
Level 3 would be all about making the same dishes over and over and over and over until we perfected them. Each dish had essential skills we needed to master, like searing a chicken, tourning cocottes, rolling perfect tart doughs, and turning out the classic bouef bourgignon.
After our first day in Level 3, Chef Nic really handed our rear ends to us, scoffing at the grades we had been given in our previous evaluations.
"I feel sorry for some of you because you will be really surprised when you're not receiving a 97 or a 98 anymore. Hah! A 97? I cannot believe this."
By the end of our first week, some of us questioned whether we belonged there. What the heck were we thinking, coming to this school with the idea that we might magically become expert chefs? I felt sorry for the wide-eyed kids I saw touring the library, and the beautiful student lounge. They had looks of wonder and awe, with their tour guide dropping names like, "Bourdain" and "Bouley". They had no idea it wouldn't be all rainbows and butterflies.
My grades dropped dramatically in Level 3, just like Chef Nic had warned. And he was right- I was surprised. I had no idea why it had happened because I continued to work harder than ever. He was trying to teach us a lesson. As much as I hated Level 3 and resented Chef Nic for treating us like idiots, I can look back now and be truly grateful for everything I learned. He was the only Chef who, on more than one occasion, handed out carrots and potatoes for us to take home to work on our knife skills. He was tough, and it was just what we needed.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Saturday, May 22, 2010
The Old Haven't-updated-in-awhile post/Sessions 24 - 36 of 120
It's been a good solid three and a half weeks since my last update. We're rounding out Level 2 and I can hardly believe it. Here's what I've failed to share with you:
Session 24/Egg Day:
We made eggs every which way: Scrambled, Poached, Over Easy, Omelets, Hard Boiled, Soft Boiled, etc.
Egg after egg after egg after egg. Chef Phil encouraged us to perfect our techniques, especially the French Rolled Omelet, which should be perfectly yellow without a single hint of brown. We went through at least two huge boxes of eggs.
Hundreds of eggs! And if you didn't stuff your face with them, they went into the Compost bin. I tried at least five times to make the perfect Over Easy eggs. Never in my life have I ever accomplished flipping them without breaking the yolk, and Egg Day was no exception.
The ironic thing is that I'm trying to start interning in the school's restaurant for brunch soon. Eh, we'll see how that goes.
Session 25/Tart Day:
Pear and Apple Tarts
What better way to follow a day of eggs than with the start of our pastry sessions? My partner and I had a successful first day of pastries. He confessed to me that he secretly wished he could be a pastry chef and preferred baking to anything.
Our tarts came out great except that the crust was just a little undercooked due to our rushed blind baking. Still, they came out looking quite stunning.
Session 26 - 31/Cakes, Crepes, Doughs, Souffles
I quickly learned that you can't really "wing it" when it comes to baking. I didn't incorporate enough air(by beating) in my little cake, and I also didn't allow it to bake long enough, so it came out with a gooey center and didn't rise too well. I tried to cover this up with extra frosting, but ended up spreading cake crumbs all over, so I covered the frosting up with cocoa powder. Uhh.. overkill?
Also, a clever classmate of mine asked, "Why'd you put a pretzel on your cake?" Hah, funny.
Crepes were fun, and I found them to be easier than pancakes. I always thought they'd be complicated, but since they're so thin, they're easy to monitor.
I wish I had pictures of our fruit tarts. Everyone's came out pretty- like something you'd see at a hotel's dessert buffet. Oh, and Eclairs! Who knew they'd be so simple? I'd probably never make them at home, but still, I am now less impressed with Dunkin Donuts.
Sessions 32 - 35/Nutrition and Food Costing:
Not a lot of cooking went on during these sessions. Just a whole lot of lecture time and note taking.
A few tidbits:
Session 36/Plating Styles:
We talked a lot about different menu designs(From prix fixe to a la carte) and plating styles. The general rule of thumb is to keep one-third of the plate visible when plating. It seems like a tactic to rip people of their money, but it's actually a lot more pleasing to the eye. A good example of a crowded plate is my Nicoise Salad from my previous entry.
We were given the chance to create our own dish using Flounder. I wanted to make something Guam-inspired and settled on a dish that wasn't so much Guam as it was tropical. It was a citrus-marinated flounder with a roasted pepper, mango, and avocado salsa, and a pineapple and coconut rice. It was deeelicious, but you'll have to take my word for it because Chef Phil didn't taste any of the dishes. His main concern was our plating style. He suggested I brush my fish with a little olive oil next time to counteract it's dryness. And there was also too much rice for the amount of fish on the plate. Otherwise it wasn't too crowded and was well-plated.
Session 24/Egg Day:
We made eggs every which way: Scrambled, Poached, Over Easy, Omelets, Hard Boiled, Soft Boiled, etc.
Egg after egg after egg after egg. Chef Phil encouraged us to perfect our techniques, especially the French Rolled Omelet, which should be perfectly yellow without a single hint of brown. We went through at least two huge boxes of eggs.
Hundreds of eggs! And if you didn't stuff your face with them, they went into the Compost bin. I tried at least five times to make the perfect Over Easy eggs. Never in my life have I ever accomplished flipping them without breaking the yolk, and Egg Day was no exception.
The ironic thing is that I'm trying to start interning in the school's restaurant for brunch soon. Eh, we'll see how that goes.
Session 25/Tart Day:
Pear and Apple Tarts
What better way to follow a day of eggs than with the start of our pastry sessions? My partner and I had a successful first day of pastries. He confessed to me that he secretly wished he could be a pastry chef and preferred baking to anything.
Our tarts came out great except that the crust was just a little undercooked due to our rushed blind baking. Still, they came out looking quite stunning.
Session 26 - 31/Cakes, Crepes, Doughs, Souffles
I quickly learned that you can't really "wing it" when it comes to baking. I didn't incorporate enough air(by beating) in my little cake, and I also didn't allow it to bake long enough, so it came out with a gooey center and didn't rise too well. I tried to cover this up with extra frosting, but ended up spreading cake crumbs all over, so I covered the frosting up with cocoa powder. Uhh.. overkill?
Also, a clever classmate of mine asked, "Why'd you put a pretzel on your cake?" Hah, funny.
Crepes were fun, and I found them to be easier than pancakes. I always thought they'd be complicated, but since they're so thin, they're easy to monitor.
I wish I had pictures of our fruit tarts. Everyone's came out pretty- like something you'd see at a hotel's dessert buffet. Oh, and Eclairs! Who knew they'd be so simple? I'd probably never make them at home, but still, I am now less impressed with Dunkin Donuts.
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Sessions 32 - 35/Nutrition and Food Costing:
Not a lot of cooking went on during these sessions. Just a whole lot of lecture time and note taking.
A few tidbits:
- Cheese loses its lactose after 60 days. This explains why I get super gassy from fresh mozzarella, and not from aged parmesan.
- A great natural sugar substitute for diabetics is Stevia, made from plants, and not chemicals, like Equal and Sweet N Low.
- America consumes a ratio of 20 Omega-6 fatty acids for every Omega-3. Cultures known for long life spans consume a ratio of about 3 to 2. Do yourself a favor and add nuts, seeds, and leafy greens to your daily diets.
- Corn is high in Omega-6's, so anytime you can, choose to eat grass fed meats, which are high in Omega 3's.
- Chicken skin is very monounsaturated, which means it's a good fat, like olive oil.
Session 36/Plating Styles:
We talked a lot about different menu designs(From prix fixe to a la carte) and plating styles. The general rule of thumb is to keep one-third of the plate visible when plating. It seems like a tactic to rip people of their money, but it's actually a lot more pleasing to the eye. A good example of a crowded plate is my Nicoise Salad from my previous entry.
We were given the chance to create our own dish using Flounder. I wanted to make something Guam-inspired and settled on a dish that wasn't so much Guam as it was tropical. It was a citrus-marinated flounder with a roasted pepper, mango, and avocado salsa, and a pineapple and coconut rice. It was deeelicious, but you'll have to take my word for it because Chef Phil didn't taste any of the dishes. His main concern was our plating style. He suggested I brush my fish with a little olive oil next time to counteract it's dryness. And there was also too much rice for the amount of fish on the plate. Otherwise it wasn't too crowded and was well-plated.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Day 23 of 120: Organ Meats. Mmm.
I'm not a big fan of liver, I realized. It has that weird aftertaste that makes me want to vomit just thinking about it. And kidneys, too, have that livery flavor. I thought I was an adventurous enough eater that I could appreciate things like liver and kidneys, but no. I'd be fine if I never ate them again. Chef Phil wagered that you probably have to grow up eating the stuff to like it. He might be right. The only liver I ever had growing up was from the bag of gizzards my dad used to throw on the grill when he barbecued chicken. And those were just small enough and soaked with marinade that I never got the sting of that liver flavor.
Kidney
Tongues, feet, and sweetbreads, although not really organs, all fall into the organ category for cooking. I can appreciate tongue. I think it's one of those things that should be served alongside all other meats at restaurants. It's really soft and tender when cooked right, and I think just the fact that it's tongue, grosses people out. I first had cow tongue prepared by Omar's grandma a couple of years ago. His family watched expectantly as I tried it, thinking I'd gag and wonder why they'd eat such a thing. I actually really enjoyed it and now anytime I see it on a menu, I get it. Especially in tacos! Mm!
Lamb Tongue
Unfortunately we didn't get to play with any feet in class. I'm really curious about pig's feet and chicken feet and don't remember ever trying them. We did have sweetbreads, though. They're actually an animal's thymus gland, and how they came to be known as "sweetbreads" is sort of a mystery. We made sweetbreads from calves, which tend to be larger because they shrink as the cow grows.
Soft, gelatinous, but with no weird aftertaste. We strayed from the book when we cooked them, covered in panko bread crumbs and pan fried. Yum!
After all the organ cooking, we had time to practice tournage. And my partner had enough time to carve this cute little potato penguin:
Kidney
Tongues, feet, and sweetbreads, although not really organs, all fall into the organ category for cooking. I can appreciate tongue. I think it's one of those things that should be served alongside all other meats at restaurants. It's really soft and tender when cooked right, and I think just the fact that it's tongue, grosses people out. I first had cow tongue prepared by Omar's grandma a couple of years ago. His family watched expectantly as I tried it, thinking I'd gag and wonder why they'd eat such a thing. I actually really enjoyed it and now anytime I see it on a menu, I get it. Especially in tacos! Mm!
Lamb Tongue
Unfortunately we didn't get to play with any feet in class. I'm really curious about pig's feet and chicken feet and don't remember ever trying them. We did have sweetbreads, though. They're actually an animal's thymus gland, and how they came to be known as "sweetbreads" is sort of a mystery. We made sweetbreads from calves, which tend to be larger because they shrink as the cow grows.
Soft, gelatinous, but with no weird aftertaste. We strayed from the book when we cooked them, covered in panko bread crumbs and pan fried. Yum!
After all the organ cooking, we had time to practice tournage. And my partner had enough time to carve this cute little potato penguin:
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Level 2 Session 2/day 22 of 120
I spoke to my mom last night and she said I needed to clean up my blog and "take out all the cusswords." She also asked if I knew the difference between "a" and "an." Hehe. So, I went back and edited and out of respect for her and in an effort to be professional, I promise to keep it clean.
Day 22 was all about forcemeats, pates, and gallontines. Or, in English: mashed up meats and tasty bits which we then spread over buttery toast, or rolled up in even more meat which we pounded thin.
Thinking there would be no family meal(buffet-style food served to students), my partner and I feasted on our stuffed meat and vegetables. We even had food to spare, which we promptly packed away to take home. I love bringing Omar things we might otherwise never try.
As we were cleaning our stations for break, family meal rolls in. And who could resist mashed potatoes and meat loaf wrapped in bacon? I made myself a plate and ate until I was sure the elastic would rip from my pants. And then Maria decided to share some of her sliced cucumbers drizzled with lemon juice and sprinkled with chili powder. I couldn't have just one.
Then, while we were all stuffed, we realized we had a lot of time to spare before class started again. My partner filled a pot with sugar, melted it down, and I think he mixed in milk, and something else. What resulted was the best, creamiest caramel ever. On Chef Phil's table, there were two unattended Granny Smith apples. We borrowed one and proceeded to dip crunchy apple slices in the delicious caramel. Food coma heaven.
When class finally started again and I thought my gluttony could not reach another level, Chef Phil offered us pieces of Futo-maki. And then we sauteed chicken livers with shallots and pureed them to make a pate, which of course I had to try. I'm surprised I didn't regurgitate from the horrendous amount of food I consumed.
Chicken Livers
Chef Phil introduced us to an ingredient called Activa. Made of transglutaminase, or in food terms, "meat glue," it is a naturally occurring enzyme that binds proteins together. Chef Phil said we could take shrimp and bind it to a piece of lamb, or take any two proteins and "glue" them together! So cool! It's the same ingredient that makes Chik'n McNuggets seem like real chicken and it's also used in imitation crabmeat. And, it's been outlawed in parts of Italy, possibly because of it's one dangerous effect: If you inhale the stuff, it can bind together the silica in your throat. Eek!
Day 22 was all about forcemeats, pates, and gallontines. Or, in English: mashed up meats and tasty bits which we then spread over buttery toast, or rolled up in even more meat which we pounded thin.
Thinking there would be no family meal(buffet-style food served to students), my partner and I feasted on our stuffed meat and vegetables. We even had food to spare, which we promptly packed away to take home. I love bringing Omar things we might otherwise never try.
As we were cleaning our stations for break, family meal rolls in. And who could resist mashed potatoes and meat loaf wrapped in bacon? I made myself a plate and ate until I was sure the elastic would rip from my pants. And then Maria decided to share some of her sliced cucumbers drizzled with lemon juice and sprinkled with chili powder. I couldn't have just one.
Then, while we were all stuffed, we realized we had a lot of time to spare before class started again. My partner filled a pot with sugar, melted it down, and I think he mixed in milk, and something else. What resulted was the best, creamiest caramel ever. On Chef Phil's table, there were two unattended Granny Smith apples. We borrowed one and proceeded to dip crunchy apple slices in the delicious caramel. Food coma heaven.
When class finally started again and I thought my gluttony could not reach another level, Chef Phil offered us pieces of Futo-maki. And then we sauteed chicken livers with shallots and pureed them to make a pate, which of course I had to try. I'm surprised I didn't regurgitate from the horrendous amount of food I consumed.
Chicken Livers
Chef Phil introduced us to an ingredient called Activa. Made of transglutaminase, or in food terms, "meat glue," it is a naturally occurring enzyme that binds proteins together. Chef Phil said we could take shrimp and bind it to a piece of lamb, or take any two proteins and "glue" them together! So cool! It's the same ingredient that makes Chik'n McNuggets seem like real chicken and it's also used in imitation crabmeat. And, it's been outlawed in parts of Italy, possibly because of it's one dangerous effect: If you inhale the stuff, it can bind together the silica in your throat. Eek!
Friday, April 16, 2010
Level 2 Session 1
We made a braised lamb stew, which my new partner wanted to do most of the work on, while I tourneed the vegetables.
Then, we made Coq au Vin, or more appropriately Poulet au vin rouge, for our first session in Level 2. The dish is usually made with older, tougher chickens and stewed for a very long time to tenderize the meat. We just used the little purdue birds that we butchered during our practical and left to marinate in red wine for a few days. Since my partner did the lamb, I wanted to at least take over with the chicken.
One thing about working in a kitchen: most people are control freaks. He was perfectly fine with me taking over the chicken. That is, until he told me I had browned them enough, and could lower the heat. He even came over and adjusted my burner. And then he checked to make sure they were done. And he monitored the sauce. And for the few minutes that he left me unattended, he was away, "helping" other people, practically cooking their dishes for them. I literally(although lightly) slapped his hand when he came back over and tried to take the lid off my sauce. I'm all for teamwork and I do appreciate the help, but I just got the feeling he had no faith in me whatsoever.
So, I said to him, nicely, "I let you do most of the cooking with the lamb, and you said I could take care of the chicken. And I just want to point out that if I had let them brown as long as I'd wanted to, they'd have much better color."
He was caught a little bit off guard, but responded, "Comment duly noted. Now, would it be okay with you if I warmed up the Spatzle(these cool egg noodles that we made) with butter?"
"Yes, that would be wonderful."
I immediately felt bad, because he's nice and I know he just wanted to make sure our dish came out well. And it turned out alright, and hopefully we don't bump heads too much from now on.
Then, we made Coq au Vin, or more appropriately Poulet au vin rouge, for our first session in Level 2. The dish is usually made with older, tougher chickens and stewed for a very long time to tenderize the meat. We just used the little purdue birds that we butchered during our practical and left to marinate in red wine for a few days. Since my partner did the lamb, I wanted to at least take over with the chicken.
One thing about working in a kitchen: most people are control freaks. He was perfectly fine with me taking over the chicken. That is, until he told me I had browned them enough, and could lower the heat. He even came over and adjusted my burner. And then he checked to make sure they were done. And he monitored the sauce. And for the few minutes that he left me unattended, he was away, "helping" other people, practically cooking their dishes for them. I literally(although lightly) slapped his hand when he came back over and tried to take the lid off my sauce. I'm all for teamwork and I do appreciate the help, but I just got the feeling he had no faith in me whatsoever.
So, I said to him, nicely, "I let you do most of the cooking with the lamb, and you said I could take care of the chicken. And I just want to point out that if I had let them brown as long as I'd wanted to, they'd have much better color."
He was caught a little bit off guard, but responded, "Comment duly noted. Now, would it be okay with you if I warmed up the Spatzle(these cool egg noodles that we made) with butter?"
"Yes, that would be wonderful."
I immediately felt bad, because he's nice and I know he just wanted to make sure our dish came out well. And it turned out alright, and hopefully we don't bump heads too much from now on.
Level I Comprehensive Practical and Theory Exam
So, I didn't do so bad on the practical exam. They moved us to a different room to take it. I'm not sure what purpose that served except to frighten us a little and make us feel like we were thrown to the wolves, which it did. We were put in a much smaller kitchen, elbow to elbow with each other, and the lighting was very institutional, with a bluish tinge.
I didn't think I'd be nervous, but I was. If the change of scenery wasn't enough to rattle our nerves, through the windows we could see Chef Chris Burke, a contestant from Food Network's Chopped. He was in the next kitchen, doing who knows what, and I've never seen the episode, but according to my classmate Maria, he is what one might refer to as an extremely ungentlemanly presence.
So, here we were, ready to complete our most important test thus far in front of Chef Burke and all to see. I didn't do so bad. My turnips came out too short, and I made them too salty- after we'd been taught to salt, salt, salt! And I sliced my finger open while butchering my chicken, so I left the little guy on my board, walked away, and got myself a bandaid. Big no-no. Raw chickens should always be kept on ice. My grade for the practical was a 94.
Then, the theory test. I actually showed up three hours early to re-read chapters and review my notes. Chef Phil saw me sitting alone in the lounge with my Starbucks coffee, looking pitiful. I am convinced this is the only reason I received a 100 on the test. It was not composed of all the chapters, like we were told. Instead, it was mostly based on the last few classes, which I barely got to reading in my study session. And instead of multiple-choice questions like we were used to, every question was in short-answer form. So, I did my best to give detailed, BS answers. And it worked!
After class, Maria and I attempted to score some free bread from the school's bread department. We have attempted this several times before, ever since we discovered they throw the bread out if no one takes it. Unfortunately, the bread is usually gone by the time we get there. Why don't we just spend a dollar and buy ourselves a loaf from the supermarket? Because our school has a reputation for making the best bread in the city.
So, we waited... and waited... and when we realized the classroom wasn't going to clear out for awhile, we gave up and changed out of our uniforms. Then, we decided to give it one more try on the way out. Sure enough, there was no one but cleaning people in the bread room. And a plethora of bread! And we took them all, save for about two which we couldn't fit in our bags. We took about twenty loaves of bread: baguettes, and other unidentifiable loaves. And we laughed all the way out with our ridiculous amount of bread- our reward for completing Level I.
I didn't think I'd be nervous, but I was. If the change of scenery wasn't enough to rattle our nerves, through the windows we could see Chef Chris Burke, a contestant from Food Network's Chopped. He was in the next kitchen, doing who knows what, and I've never seen the episode, but according to my classmate Maria, he is what one might refer to as an extremely ungentlemanly presence.
So, here we were, ready to complete our most important test thus far in front of Chef Burke and all to see. I didn't do so bad. My turnips came out too short, and I made them too salty- after we'd been taught to salt, salt, salt! And I sliced my finger open while butchering my chicken, so I left the little guy on my board, walked away, and got myself a bandaid. Big no-no. Raw chickens should always be kept on ice. My grade for the practical was a 94.
Then, the theory test. I actually showed up three hours early to re-read chapters and review my notes. Chef Phil saw me sitting alone in the lounge with my Starbucks coffee, looking pitiful. I am convinced this is the only reason I received a 100 on the test. It was not composed of all the chapters, like we were told. Instead, it was mostly based on the last few classes, which I barely got to reading in my study session. And instead of multiple-choice questions like we were used to, every question was in short-answer form. So, I did my best to give detailed, BS answers. And it worked!
After class, Maria and I attempted to score some free bread from the school's bread department. We have attempted this several times before, ever since we discovered they throw the bread out if no one takes it. Unfortunately, the bread is usually gone by the time we get there. Why don't we just spend a dollar and buy ourselves a loaf from the supermarket? Because our school has a reputation for making the best bread in the city.
So, we waited... and waited... and when we realized the classroom wasn't going to clear out for awhile, we gave up and changed out of our uniforms. Then, we decided to give it one more try on the way out. Sure enough, there was no one but cleaning people in the bread room. And a plethora of bread! And we took them all, save for about two which we couldn't fit in our bags. We took about twenty loaves of bread: baguettes, and other unidentifiable loaves. And we laughed all the way out with our ridiculous amount of bread- our reward for completing Level I.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Sessions 14 - 19 Level I Finale
My sister says she's going to start blogging, which is perfect because maybe she'll stop being such a nagger when I don't update mine. It's been a busy couple of weeks with school and work and time with Omar's family, that blogging has been the least of my worries.
I am nearing the end of Level I(of 6) in Culinary School, and I still have that "Wow-this-is-really-happening" feeling. I have learned so much, and it has definitely improved my skills in the kitchen.
I've gotten used to:
Pork Chop and warm red cabbage
Not school-related. Look at this line! At 2am! The famous Halal cart in Midtown.
It's sort of a rite of passage to share your battle wounds during break. Mine are minor compared to some. There was a story of some student nearly chopping his entire finger off with a mandolin in another class. Down to the bone- ouch.
A little burn bubble
A mouthwatering piece of meat with Sauce Choron
Poulet Gran Mere or Grandma's chicken
Cute pastry work
How on Earth do they do this?
Mmm. Fillet Mignon.
Unrelated, again. Paying homage to warm days in Inwood<3
A lemony icey treat
I am green with envy, Pastry students. Green with envy.
Thusfar my favorite dish. Rare duck l'orange. Yes, that's rare duck, not steak.
Oh, and we had a fire drill the other day. Random. A bunch of kids in Chef's jackets thrown out with the pedestrians of NYC.
So, our next class is our Practical Examination(Butcher a chicken, Filet a fish, Julienne, Jardiniere, etc.) and our Comprehensive Written Examination. And then I'm on to Level II! Woo!
I am nearing the end of Level I(of 6) in Culinary School, and I still have that "Wow-this-is-really-happening" feeling. I have learned so much, and it has definitely improved my skills in the kitchen.
I've gotten used to:
- trimming my nails twice a week
- salting and buttering and tasting and reseasoning everything I make(the key to good food- I used to just wing it)
- the occasional, or frequent burn and cut
- keeping a neat work area while cooking
Pork Chop and warm red cabbage
Not school-related. Look at this line! At 2am! The famous Halal cart in Midtown.
It's sort of a rite of passage to share your battle wounds during break. Mine are minor compared to some. There was a story of some student nearly chopping his entire finger off with a mandolin in another class. Down to the bone- ouch.
A little burn bubble
A mouthwatering piece of meat with Sauce Choron
Poulet Gran Mere or Grandma's chicken
Cute pastry work
How on Earth do they do this?
Mmm. Fillet Mignon.
Unrelated, again. Paying homage to warm days in Inwood<3
A lemony icey treat
I am green with envy, Pastry students. Green with envy.
Thusfar my favorite dish. Rare duck l'orange. Yes, that's rare duck, not steak.
Oh, and we had a fire drill the other day. Random. A bunch of kids in Chef's jackets thrown out with the pedestrians of NYC.
So, our next class is our Practical Examination(Butcher a chicken, Filet a fish, Julienne, Jardiniere, etc.) and our Comprehensive Written Examination. And then I'm on to Level II! Woo!
Monday, March 29, 2010
Sessions 7 - 13
It has been awhile, hasn't it? I've been working and going to school back-to-back for two weeks and have not had the time nor the energy to make an entry. Since there is wayyy too much that has gone on in the 30 or so class hours since I last wrote, I'll just make this brief and let the pictures speak for themselves.
I will leave you with a few cool tidbits I learned, though:
Mayonnaise
Bearnaise
Orange Supremes topped with a sweet Saboyon
A salad of macedoine/cubed vegetables dressed in mayonnaise and topped with goat cheese, and smoked salmon
Salade Nicoise
An example of Tournage/Footbally Vegetables
Potato Souffle Before:
After:
Potato Pancake! (It was Potato Day)
Chocolatey Goodness by those darn Pastry students
Flounder
Up close and ugly
Decapitated
Fried Flounder prep, and a pretty little potato basket
A red bell pepper dipping sauce
Fried parsley for garnish
Yummy Aftermath
Braised Flounder
What's left of a perfect plate of scallops
I tried to sneak this photo without getting a yelling: Chef Phil demonstrating how to kill the "Evil Lobster." "Think of them as cockroaches. They're evil. I once saw a lobster kill a guy on Fifth Avenue," he said
My poor one-armed lobster breathing his last breaths.
Killing him was seriously one of the hardest things for me. My annoyed partner insisted on doing it. I eventually did it, looking away. A knife right between the eyes.
Nothing but butter and a hint of vanilla, lemon, salt, and pepper. Mmm.
Freshly shucked oysters
Chef Wall of Fame
I will leave you with a few cool tidbits I learned, though:
- Add a couple of drops of olive oil to goat cheese to make it more spreadable
- The magic number for deep frying is 350ºF
- There are only 2 species of oysters. The varieties taste different depending on the water they grow in
- When whipping cream, place your bowl atop another with ice to make the process much easier and quicker
- Rubbing the little hairs between a lobster's eyes puts them to sleep
- When making French Fries, blanch them in unsalted, boiling water first. Salt destroys the potatoes surface.
- If you want to save money on lobsters, ask for the "culls" or the ones with a missing pincher. They're almost 40% cheaper.
Mayonnaise
Bearnaise
Orange Supremes topped with a sweet Saboyon
A salad of macedoine/cubed vegetables dressed in mayonnaise and topped with goat cheese, and smoked salmon
Salade Nicoise
An example of Tournage/Footbally Vegetables
Potato Souffle Before:
After:
Potato Pancake! (It was Potato Day)
Chocolatey Goodness by those darn Pastry students
Flounder
Up close and ugly
Decapitated
Fried Flounder prep, and a pretty little potato basket
A red bell pepper dipping sauce
Fried parsley for garnish
Yummy Aftermath
Braised Flounder
What's left of a perfect plate of scallops
I tried to sneak this photo without getting a yelling: Chef Phil demonstrating how to kill the "Evil Lobster." "Think of them as cockroaches. They're evil. I once saw a lobster kill a guy on Fifth Avenue," he said
My poor one-armed lobster breathing his last breaths.
Killing him was seriously one of the hardest things for me. My annoyed partner insisted on doing it. I eventually did it, looking away. A knife right between the eyes.
Nothing but butter and a hint of vanilla, lemon, salt, and pepper. Mmm.
Freshly shucked oysters
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