Before I started Le Cordon Bleu my sister had asked me if I thought I was going to cut my self when we hit the knife section in our class. all I could muster was, " I fell down a flight of stairs! That would be a yes." I have cut myself already and I'm proud of the fact that it took me longer than I expected. The bad part is once you cut yourself you have to put on the blue finger condom of shame. I have another five weeks of knife work in my classes before I can graduate to using fire. That means five more weeks of blue finger condoms.
In better news, I joined the Spice club. At the moment our club is pushing stuffing kits made by a chef in charge of the club. And I've made several new friends. A couple of them are fellow former military...but it's okay, I outrank them.
So, it has now been one week of culinary school. On average I've had about 5 hours of homework a night. I've had my first test, in safety and sanitation (passed!), and I've had to give a speech on what led me to the school. For culinary foundations, I'm reading Animal, Vegetable, Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver, and I'll need to write a paper on it.
Stand by for more later.