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Not for vegetarians.
The weekend that recently passed seemed way too long. Or too too enjoyable. That must be the reason why everyone seemed to be having their weekly periods today. I wasn't. I was entirely pumped up by last night's restless sleep. I had one of those sleep where your body feels extremely agitated if it kept still. I tried to go to bed at 0145 and the last time I checked the clock was at 0350. That wasn't an excuse to be not excited about the day's classes. But first, the weekend. I thoroughly enjoyed my time easing into the new church I've been going to. Unlike the last time, I've thrown all reservations out the window. Like I said, I'm a passing figure. I come and go through people's lives without much of a lasting impression. I'll be better off if I don't clam up with the notion that people are disappointing. I'm human after all. I have every reason to be tough on myself, but no reason what so ever to be that way with strangers. Some of the youths went to the rib festival that happens annually on Sparks street in Ottawa. I joined them to have some ribs. I found it amusing and puzzling that QBC youths are less reserved. We had ribs in a deserted food court and there were times when all I could hear was people chewing. I met some of my schoolmates after. They had ribs while I was already stuffed to the brim. I felt like I was trying to nurture a plump foie gras in me when I ate the ribs. Though the ribs I had were mediocre. I've had better. Rudy's in Austin, Texas. The best I've had so far. But it's entirely subjective. Everyone's palates are different. While I was speaking with Jia Wan and Sylvie, I was so glad to find more perfectionists in the school. That I wasn't the only few that got depressed when I botch a portion of pastry cream or pâte a choux. We somehow came to a topic on love. And Sylvie asked if I was afraid of relationships. Honestly, I am. And I was honest with the table. I truly am. I don't see myself having a special someone when I can't be in one country or city for not even more than a year. And experience tells me that people can never be that committed to someone. It's a gift to be joyful with celibacy. So this morning, with less than adequate sleep, I went to school to do some butchery. Though most of it was done by chef. I might just take up a course on butchery. That will be adding on to my already over crowded list of things to learn. Sommelier school, agriculture, restaurant management, fish and crustacean workshops, sashimi and sushi craft work, Japanese break making, wedding cake construction, chocolatier disciplines, and so many more! On top of those, butchery. Books can only take me so far... These are some equipment we had available. We also had chain mail aprons, which I didn't use. I don't like those. I've seen so many Le Cordon Bleu students use them and I think they look stupid wearing them when they do butchery on the table top. It's like battling protesters by locking every single bystanders in the area without questioning. (Hint hint) Our lamb was whole without the head when started and we saw it broken down into very neat pieces. This is truly and art. And the smell of fresh lamb was wonderful. I could imagine how it would taste when it's gone through cooking. Braised shoulder. Roasted leg. Sauté tenderloins. Whole roasted racks. If I had a sprig of rosemary and some garlic I would have took some trimmings of the premium cuts and cooked them right away. Screw the stroganoff, I just want it sauté and seasoned lightly. We worked on a leg of veal next. Not the biggest I've seen, but still a handful to breakdown. The smell of the veal really filled the air. For me it was more pungent than lamb. I haven't done enough, I might just take up James' offer to butcher some animals in his shop even it takes me a 5 hour ride on the bus. Either that, or find a road kill and break it down. I kid. I will not harp on the history of butchery, I might bore some of you. Today's lessons had a bit of typos. If the Le Cordon Bleu Administrative staff read my entries regularly enough, maybe they will be able to catch this typo in the Professional binder. Imagine applying a confit technique on a leg-sized dick. What a waste to cook it, I think it much prefers to stay attached and alive. And very much active. My fellow Singaporeans, maybe you'll be familiar with this dish when I say it's Tonkatsu made with veal. And if you don't know what is Tonkatsu, it's fried pork cutlet, often served with Japanese mayonnaise or Japanese curry. Paupiette de veau à la crème, dariole d'épinards. Braised stuffed veal in a sauce made with cream enhanced braising liquid. This is served with a spinach flan. This tasted like a meaty sausage to me. Maybe some tinkering can be done to the stuffing to make it more succulent (the stuffing). I'll think about it when I have some free time. The colours on this dish was a little awkward. And the finishing of tarragon to the sauce was quite odd to me. I tried to match tarragon to the veal. But I just couldn't. I was waiting for this dish. I had too many pieces for my own good. Sweet breads and sauce tartare. Nothing complex to this dish. It's simply the quality of sweetbreads that stand out. It's not the best I've had. This one had a little too much body to it. I still prefer having it soaked in milk. Although it's a waste of money to use milk to do the job, I think people would be more willing to come back for the sweetbreads if it's done in this manner. Enjoying the food you like is a habit. It's similar to why some people like to mix up their plate of black pepper beef rice instead of eating it the rice clean accompanied by the beef. I'm testing out some beef wellington recipes for the end of the year. Let's see if I use seared tenderloins of beef wrapped in puff pastry is nicer, or braised beef flanks in puff pastry is better. If I told a chef that I'm going to experiment braising a tenderloin, he'd butcher me. But I've seen a Singaporean chef nail it bang on, and I want to try a different taste from his. The next equipments I'll be getting is sous vide equipment. That way, I get to preserve the integrity of my vegetables. Such techniques already done by famous people must be experienced! I have a world of information to absorb and the longer I write this post, the more learning time I waste. There's no time to loose.
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