{"id":1323,"date":"2013-04-12T17:36:15","date_gmt":"2013-04-12T22:36:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/hillaryproctor.com\/?p=1323"},"modified":"2013-04-12T17:36:15","modified_gmt":"2013-04-12T22:36:15","slug":"culinary-school-flashback-handling-my-first-bad-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.hillaryproctor.com\/blog\/2013\/04\/12\/culinary-school-flashback-handling-my-first-bad-day\/","title":{"rendered":"Culinary school flashback: Handling my first bad day"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>Since I&#8217;m often asked about what culinary school was like, I&#8217;m periodically re-posting &#8220;flashbacks&#8221; from the blog I kept during my certificate program at Le Cordon Bleu (2009\u201310).<\/em><\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_1329\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-1329\" style=\"width: 434px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/hillaryproctor.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/04\/preppingatmystation.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/hillaryproctor.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/04\/preppingatmystation.jpg\" alt=\"Prepping a dish at my station\" width=\"434\" height=\"434\" class=\"size-full wp-image-1329\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-1329\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Starting to prep a dish at my station<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>First, a couple classmate shout-outs: Will, who took the photo above, went on to open an awesome barbecue joint in Roselle called <a href=\"http:\/\/www.smokinwillsbbq.com\/\" title=\"Smokin' Will's\">Smokin&#8217; Will&#8217;s<\/a>, if you find yourself in the northwest suburbs.<\/p>\n<p>And Stu, who helps save the day in this particular story, has since started his own business, specializing in artisanal pickles and bloody mary mix, so go check out the <a href=\"http:\/\/www.stuskitchen.com\/index.html\" title=\"Stu's\">gorgeous website<\/a> and buy some!<\/p>\n<p>Now, the story&#8230;<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later: a night in the kitchen when it seemed like everything that could go wrong did indeed go wrong (all my fingers are still intact, however, so at least I did that much right).  It started out fine \u2014 we were making our last two sauces, chicken velout\u00e9 and sauce tomate&#8230;So we prepped everything for the sauce tomate just fine, adding carrots, onions, and salt pork to cook down before putting in garlic and deglazing the pan with red wine.  Then we were supposed to put in diced tomatoes and tomato pur\u00e9e, but there wasn\u2019t enough pur\u00e9e to go around, so everyone improvised a little with the tomatoes.  Tie the string of the sachet of herbs around the handle, and the tomato sauce is good to go for at least a half-hour of simmering.<\/p>\n<p>Or so I thought.  I started the roux for the velout\u00e9 \u2014 it was supposed to be a blond roux \u2014 and somehow the heat got really high and the roux got really brown, really fast.  It started to char and smell terrible.  The new Chef came over and said flatly, \u201cThat\u2019s ruined.  Start over.\u201d I got flustered at this point, just because I didn\u2019t expect to screw it up that badly, so I rushed into the dishroom and tried to clean the pan off before the roux adheres to it any further.  But of course, it was way too hot to put water on and started sizzling like crazy. I dumped the roux in the trash, which also started smoking, and set the pan down, hoping it would magically cool itself.  I eventually got most of the roux off, and went back to the burners.<\/p>\n<p>Then it got worse.  While I was gone, Stu and Tony informed me, my tomato sauce got scorched.  Big time.  Again, not sure how the heat turned itself up, but I looked into the pot and saw a black mess of vegetables, the bottom layer completely glued to the bottom of the pan, with the sachet melted in the middle.  And did I mention that the string to the sachet kept unwrapping a bit and dipping down into the burner, causing it to catch on fire? This probably happened at least three times \u2014 I kept putting it out with my towel. So new Chef sees this little sauce disaster and just goes, \u201cJust scrap tonight.  It\u2019s not going well for you.\u201d  Then, thankfully, she showed a kinder side: \u201cBut if you\u2019re really careful, you can scrape the top part (the part that wasn\u2019t burned) off, add water to it and save it.\u201d  I attempted this, transferring the salvageable part into another pot, and it worked out alright, though I had way less yield that I did before.  I took the ruined pot into the dish room and started scrubbing \u2014 it was my fault, so I should be the one to scrub the pan.  Then, just for good measure, I splattered a black, greasy mix of pork fat and burnt tomato all over my apron.  Doubt that\u2019s coming out in the wash.<\/p>\n<p>Struggling to pull it together, and keeping my tomato sauce on VERY low heat, I set to starting my velout\u00e9 over.  Stu gave me his extra roux, which was very helpful, so all I had to do was whisk in chicken broth.  New Chef (who had grown accustomed to checking on me by this point) told me when my sauce was the right consistency and had me show it to Chef in the other kitchen.  \u201cJust a hair thick\u201d was all I got, so that worked for me.  Then my small amount of tomato sauce went through the food mill to show Chef, who evidently was only checking for consistency and thankfully would NOT be tasting what I\u2019m sure still had a generous helping of burnt flavor.  He was in a rush, so I got a \u201cvery good\u201d before he sent me on my way.  After all that!!  So I guess of all the nights to go horribly wrong, this one was a decent choice.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Since I&#8217;m often asked about what culinary school was like, I&#8217;m periodically re-posting &#8220;flashbacks&#8221; from the blog I kept during my certificate program at Le Cordon Bleu (2009\u201310). First, a couple classmate shout-outs: Will, who took the photo above, went on to open an awesome barbecue joint in Roselle called Smokin&#8217; Will&#8217;s, if you find [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[78,370,486,663,682,1023,1024,1192],"class_list":["post-1323","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-flashbacks","tag-bad-day","tag-culinary-school","tag-flashback","tag-kitchen-disasters","tag-le-cordon-bleu","tag-sauce-tomate","tag-sauces","tag-veloute"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.hillaryproctor.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1323","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.hillaryproctor.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.hillaryproctor.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.hillaryproctor.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.hillaryproctor.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1323"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.hillaryproctor.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1323\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.hillaryproctor.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1323"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.hillaryproctor.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1323"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.hillaryproctor.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1323"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}