Happy New Year! I resolve to issue you even more of my just-completed semester at Pulaski Technical College Arkansas Culinary School.
Not to whine (much), but the *only* B I got this semester was in Stocks, Soups and Sauces. Coulda been on the President’s List again!
It was a close one, but in all fairness, my own fault. Or at least my sickly body’s fault. I had a bad health week somewhere in there and missed a lab. And you just DON’T miss labs in culinary school. So coming out with a B wasn’t too bad.
I did well on all the, er, stocks, soups and sauces we made, but there was one sauce that gave me fits…hollandaise. My crampy muscles just couldn’t hold up to all that whisking, and it broke every time I made it. Come to find out, hollandaise was part of our final. Awesome.
But somehow, I was in the groove that day, and my last hollandaise for the class turned out to be my very best. A little delirious at the end of a tough semester, I sang “Happy Hollandaise” the whole class time, to the shagrin of my fellow students.
Here’s photos of that and the other lovelies I made for our practical (lab) final in that class.