For the last month I’ve been interning at a French place called JoJo during my weekends from 9 AM till 5 PM. I was initially so excited about getting the internship…. But I always knew that I’d have to start on the bottom (on the job chain) and I’m learning what that actually entails. From 9-5 on Saturdays and Sundays, I am working in the prep kitchen either peeling potatoes, shucking corn, prepping string beans, cutting onions, making dressings, frying chips… and the list goes on. I am learning how to do lots of new things and how to be quick quick quick cause you know time is money (even though I am most definitely not getting paid). Anyways, today was a weird day, I woke up at 3 AM in a horror I had forgotten my knives in my locker at school! Chefs do not share knives… it’s like a musician without a guitar or a photographer without a camera…. This morning I woke up an hour earlier than my planned wake up time and hauled my ass downtown to school (about a 35 min subway ride) and got my knives…. But then I realized I had FORGOTTEN my chef pants! Ah! I guess it’s like a nurse trying to wear jeans to work if that makes the comparison more understandable…. I cursed myself once again. I tried to get an administrator at my school to sell me a pair of pants and he told me I had to wait for the receptionist who wouldn’t be there till 9 AM and my internship started at 9! Then my tears started coming… my internship was about a 15 minute subway ride away… but golly the normal me wouldn’t care and I’d be like hmm okay sooo I’ll be a few minutes late. But the tears worked the administrator (a man) ran and found someone (a woman) who was able to figure out how to charge pants onto my student account. Finally! I thought I got the worse out of the way, then at about 11 AM I was chopping onions and I cut myself and made a bloody mess and again the tears came. I cut and burn myself almost everyday at school, but today for some reason I was Mrs.Waterworks and I had to step outside of the restaurant and contain myself. I’m wondering if school and work every day of the week is finally getting to me… don’t get me wrong I love almost every moment. Tomorrow I don’t have to go into Jojo until 2PM and I’m making myself go to Central Park in the morning and walk around and enjoy the quiet and not being in a kitchen the first thing in the morning.
At school, I am mostly cooking something savory so I have been craving to bake. A few days ago on the phone my friend Jen told me that her boyfriend Kellan wanted me to send him some cookies. His birthday was yesterday… but perfect I decided I was going to bake him a belated birthday treat to fulfill his wish. Kellan was my neighbor in college and I brought him baked goods from time to time and he got pretty spoiled. Now everytime he sees me or hears his girlfriend on the phone with me it’s always, “Ooooh where are my cookies!” I love a boy who will eat my baking; he does have a special place in my heart… These are made with a chef’s worse enemy…. Cake mix… and store bought caramels… I can just see everyone cringing… I saw this recipe and I don’t know why I didn’t turn away when I saw cake mix listed as an ingredient. I still made them and they are pretty damn good. I need to send these bars out pronto buut I hope it passes the mail test meaning that it doesn’t get melty and fall apart. Since I can’t send the ENTIRE thing to Kellan (I mean that’d be spoiling him too much) so the winner for the other half goes to my dear old grandparents! This dessert would be great if you needed something quick and easy to throw together. To me this dessert is like a really fudgy dark brownie with decadent oozy caramel and crunchy pecans. Here is the recipe http://www.bakeorbreak.com/recipes/2009/12/23/chocolate-caramel-bars/