I must have been asleep for that lesson…
When the hell did binary come to mean a sexual identity instead of a mathematical term?
Evidently members of our military are being forced to endure the movie Melania or face punishment.
Wait?
What about double jeopardy?
Isn’t watching the movie punishment enough?
They must have done something really bad.
Hold it.
An Escoffier culinary degree?
Online?
C’est impossible.
When I was training under French and other European chefs, I was always being told throughout a typical work day:
Stop and smell.
If there was a lamb tenderloin in the oven, for example, how does it smell after 3 minutes?
5?
And so on throughout the day and night for each and every one of the Chef’s (and Pastry Chef’s) products from the kitchen.
How can you replicate the smells of a working kitchen online?
Very simply, you can’t.
Don’t get me wrong; I’m all for online learning and I personally have always loved the process of learning as much as expanding my universe through it.
You can read about how to detect the slightest nuance to your Cassoulet du Lapin as it simmers in real earthenware per the classic recipe.
But you can’t smell the caramelized sweetness of the raft and the need to break it up and disperse it…three times before the dish is ready.
Not online you can’t.
Nor can you feel by hand (the only true way to know for sure) that you have removed all the extraneous membranes from the sweetbreads which I had the front of the house staff describe to our guests as “the tenderest part of the cow.”
That sounds much better than calling them offal or pancreatic glands, which is what they are.
Melt in your mouth delicious.
I served them with a Wild Mushroom Mélange in a delicate Chardonnay Crème w/ Black and White Truffle Shavings.
In any of the dozen or so French kitchens I travailed in did we ever mention the word “calories” or “expensive.”
My favorite Chef of all-time and the biggest influence on my haute cuisine career told me that while others were making recipes, we were making history.
No ego there.
Not at all.
Even the first-ever American pontiff Pope Leo has had enough.
His glass is full.
He said all the hurtful, divisive words becoming the norm in America will preclude him from wasting any of his time here this year.
Can’t blame him.
You can do a lot of things, but when you try and take away someone’s golf game, you have crossed a line.
Two old duffers are suing the president for appropriating and “reorganizing” D.C. public golf courses, no doubt for his own benefit.
Already considered an elitist waste of land by many, this will further stratify the game from an economic perspective.
I saw something saying Nicki Minaj was “stepping away from music.”
Hell, I never knew she could sing.
But she sure does look good.
When I was a young man, the world seemed infinite.
So did the possibilities, the adventures awaiting.
Not anymore.
The new reality (New Normal?) is an arena of unmasked racism and people who previously exercised a sense of class and decorum and hid their feelings from public view now flaunt their hatred and wear it with pride like the “bling” that TGI Friday’s employees were encouraged to wear way back when.
Stay well.
