So what's going on? I've got two pots on the stove, soon to be a third, and a bunch of dishes in the sink. Sounds like my life.
If you haven't figured out yet, I like to cook. A lot.
It's like, goddamn, eating is so rewarding. It is a way to take knowledge, skill, and choice ingredients you have harvested or prepared, and combine them to make this impressive satisfying monument to what people can do, you know? Maybe I am going too much into it, but goddamn I love food.
So right now there's a pan of meatballs in gravy and a pot of meatballs in spaghetti sauce. I made up a batch of balls and there were too many for just spaghetti so the greasy drip-drips got reinforced with some butter then made a roux, then got support from my beef stock and some chicken broth and loads of peppercorn and made an amazing gravy. So good, in fact, that I am reconsidering if I even want spaghetti for supper anymore. I could whip up some rice and just pound back meatballs and gravy. Hom nom nom.
Life has been pretty good since starting in the kitchen at school. We have made some breads, some danishes, and some classical puff-pastry articles so far, and tomorrow is brioche & savarins (plus using up the puff-pastry dough leftover from today) and after that we hit choux paste (helloooo, eclairs!). Life is pretty exciting.
On the second day of danish dough, though, I was not on top form because I was suffering with the after-effects of this relationship falling apart. Worried the chef instructor now thinks I'm a bit nervy but I mentioned that was what was going on and that was why I was so frustrated about my second dough not working out (I mean, I have made danish and croissant before, I am pretty darn good at it, and while I was wooing this girl I made the best fuckin' chocolate croissant and now here I was finally in pastry school and the dough was not working out I mean it doesn't take an arm-chair psychiatrist to see what's a-happening there).
Still, puff-pastry this week was solid. Mine rose like anything, it was pretty great. Didn't have enough cooling racks to cover the baking trays with (this is the only time that 15 people will be baking bouches and vol-au-vonts at the same time) so my bouches turned into slinkies on account of their unchecked vertical expansions. Pillows were ace, one vol-au-vont was a little sloppy, napolean sheet was ace (he used it as the demo of 'what a good napolean sheet looks like').
Also we made a bajillion fucking apple bands. I am going to make some of those this weekend, because, like, I've got thirteen pounds of apple I need to eat.
Yeah, fuck it, I'm eating meatballs and gravy and croissant. This is my life right now. I have so many croissant I have to use them up sopping up gravy.
Life is pretty rad?