From Hell

This past Friday was our second practical exam of this phase and it was designed “to break us”.

It was complete chaos – more courses than ever before. Doughs, sauces, pastas – all needed to be made and prepared from scratch. and within three hours.

As usual, I came up with a gameplan the night before, which completely fizzled as burners become non-existent and ingredients, pots and pans started to vanish.

The menu was:

Seared salmon medallion with a scallop cream sauce over fresh angel hair pasta

Duck Breast a l’orange with sauteed potatoes, asparagus and provencal-style tomatoes

Strawberry tartlette

I delivered late by 10 minutes and wish that I could say it was worth it but my pasta was overcooked, though salmon and sauce were simply described as “good”

Duck breast was also overcooked (for the French – it would have been fine for everyone else)

Tart shell was good – pastry good but “runny”

Not my best work. Chef’s words.

Still, we all knew this exam was going to be a nightmare. and it was even worse than that. But I took a little pleasure in even being able to produce everything (give or take a few minutes late…)

I later learned that three of my classmates cried (and they were not all women if that’s what you are thinking…) and one had a near breakdown. This was humbling – to say the least.

Just when I was about to leap into the deepest depths of despair, my tax return arrived and I was able to console myself the only way I know how (which is impressive on my budget) – retail therapy.

Gift 1: A brand new set of cookware that would make any middle to upper-middle class housewive jealous.

Gift 2: A cast-iron pot for any braising or stewing needs I may have. and there will be some…

Gift 3: Wireless-internet. Finally. I am typing AND watching TV at the same time. The american dream.

Gift 4: New sweat pants. Three of them.

I also owe some people some money. and will be able to pay them back. this time.