Culinary School

Entertaining stories told by me – the culinary school student.

The First Exam

The First Exam

We had our first exams… we had the written exam where we were tested on vocabulary, technique and overall knowledge of what we have learned so far.  When I left the classroom I felt like I kicked butt! Then on the drive home, I kept 

Pasta: Italian v. French

Pasta: Italian v. French

Pasta is one of my favorite food groups. I’m pretty sure I could live my life like Garfield and eat lasagna all-day every-day, what’s not to like? So let’s jump right in. Italians are who we need to thank for the creation of pasta, however 

A Miller Family Household Staple (with a French twist):

A Miller Family Household Staple (with a French twist):

Growing up mom and dad had a handful go-to dinners.  Mom made pork chops, mashed potatoes and gravy.  Needless to say, pork chops were an essential week night dinner at my house.  I’m guessing it was because they were inexpensive, and relatively easy to whip 

Filet a Fish

Filet a Fish

This will be short and sweet.  I just wanted to say that I (me!) took a fluke fish, and trimmed off four filets.  It was a lot easier than I thought and a lot less gross than cleaning chicken bones for stock.  Here is a 

I felt the burn

I felt the burn

Last night I burnt myself, to be expected considering it’s been 4 weeks and I haven’t hurt myself yet.  We roasted a chicken and from the start I had a feeling it wasn’t going to end well.  I mean it ended fantastic, it was cooked 

All the Eggs

All the Eggs

What came first the chicken or the egg…a joke Chef J (my class instructor) made the other day and I couldn’t resist.  We started the first couple of weeks off with eggs.  We separated them, beat them, whisked them, we scrambled, we poached and whipped