And this is how the casual banter in culinary school goes:
January 21, 2010 § Leave a comment
So the night before, L and I messed up our Genoise. It was sunk so bad and weight so heavy, we had to make it again.
In Chef T extra class today, he threw the “genoise” cake across the kitchen. “Pheeeeeew!!”. Then he picked it up, put it on the table, lift it up and dropped it down.
“This is a pound cake, he said, not genoise”.
Me and Les looked up, so we throw them away?
“Yes you cannot eat them”, already tuned to his french accent again. Me and Les looked at each other and just couldn’t stop laughing.
“Sure Chef? Can we soak this in rum? No no no, I give it to my ducks.”
“Right Chef, you gave my cookies to your wife, you gave the bones to your dogs, now you freaking take my cake and give it to your ducks. Yes of course. I need to make them happy. Sometimes my wife is not good enough.”
A little humor goes a long way when you are in humid kitchens or cold chocolate classes all day long.