Our former Cafe Society intern just decided to chuck college in favor of a real education: as a sous chef. In Under Fire, he chronicles his daily trials and tribulations in the kitchen.
Chef took off early last night, leaving the show to me -- and miraculously, I did not fuck things up. In fact, I had another Top Five culinary moment when I came up with a special with Chef.
But if the special was a story, she did the outline and I filled in the sentences. We had a leek vinaigrette but no recipe; lo and behold, I'm gently melting leeks with butter and tarragon and ending up with a beautifully gentle green vin to go under my scallops.
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When the first order for a special showed up on my ticket machine, I wanted to do a Tiger fist-pump up and down the line. It was such a gratifying feeling (way more gratifying than finishing a ten-page paper).
After two weeks, I have progressed to the point I wanted to reach in a month, Saute is not yet in my repertoire per se, but I am beginning to hold my own on the station during rushes.
And now that the two week milestone has been reached, I can also confidently say that I've made a good decision leaving school. I look at this as school, anyway (except with much longer hours and no piece of paper when I'm finished).
Today I can sit around and watch football while nursing sore feet and a burned hand, but also enjoying a real sense of accomplishment.