Yesterday was my final day at Chef School ie. MY PRAC EXAM!!
I was on the road at the crack of dawn and at school early so that I could (literally) get my pots and pans in order! My spirits were high as I began work at 7.45am: I had everything planned, I had a strategy, everything was measured up and I was rearing to go.
Once the pastries were resting in the fridge (working on the puff pastry was a dream, thank goodness), I began kneading the bread dough. Everything was going well but as I moved onto the fillings, the sponge and the bavarois, I was finding the time to CAREFULLY READ my recipes and CLEAN UP EVERYTHING as I went along. I suddenly remembered a classmate’s words: ‘I don’t know why but once I reached the middle of the exam, I started slowing down!’ I looked up at Ed who was doing his exam across from me. He was already plating some of his items and I realized I WAS slowing down. I panicked.
I felt like a soldier going into battle as I started multi-tasking. There were 3 ovens to watch, the mixer and the stove… and yes, there were fires (my tea towel caught alight) and burns (I have a new tattoo on my arm!). I was running out of ammo on the field… I couldn’t find my whisk… which added to the pressure to hurry up further because I wanted to take my time over my favourite part of patisserie – the finishing.
But this was not meant to be. I only had a few minutes at the end of the day to finish and plate. Not ideal… but I suppose all is well that ends well.
No casualties to report…
Except for me…
FINISHED IN EVERY WAY!