baking · recipes

something for the weekend

We interrupt our quasi-regularly-scheduled programme of The Baking School Chronicles (limited) Series 1 with a sudden urge for a Birthday Bake.

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Well, Chef did say to start practicing.

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baking · school

getting the hang of things; or, the one where I spoke too soon

It’s been a weird few days for me–family issues–but now I finally have enough time to hunker down and chronicle Days 3 and 4 of baking class.

Days 3 and 4 of baking school and I’ve found that I was quickly getting the hang of how things worked around the place. It helped a lot that I was coming into class a full hour before it would start and, while the previous class was cleaning up the kitchen, finding myself a quiet corner and setting up my mise en place for the day. We normally work through an average of three recipes a day, so I was going through mise bowls faster than the dishwashers could finish them.

I was certainly faster at assembling my mise than Macy, who spent most of her time verrrrry slowly measuring her ingredients and running through every single measurement with Chef. Chef, to her credit, patiently answered every one of her questions, but I must confess to being irked at Macy’s general forgetfulness (sometimes within minutes of having her questions answered very thoroughly, sometimes twice) a few times. She may be older than I am, but I peg her at early sixties, at the most. She looks like she’s in her forties, though, which speaks to a rather high-end lifestyle of yoga and zumba. She’s very much a Lady Who Lunches.

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baking · school

the first day; or, I was told there would be no math

So yesterday was my first day in culinary school, and I came home bone-tired.

There were, unusually, only two of us in class. My fellow traveler, Macy, is a tall, sharp-faced woman with a pleasant air and a no-nonsense attitude about her. She’s a publicist and PR consultant with her own firm, married to a Congressman, and looking for entrepreneurship prospects. Turns out her son (who is around my age) was planning to open a coffee shop and “I wanted to see if I could help,” she confided, looking slightly incongruous in the funny hats they make culinary students wear. (What? I looked ridiculous, too. No pictures!)

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