Speed VS Accuracy

My first week at Saison in a nutshell:

  • Perfection, perfection, perfection. Nothing can ever be TOO perfect.
  • When picking leaves, flower petals, herbs, etc.: any blemishes, folds, rips, or uneven edges… THROW IT AWAY. Waste is not an issue when it comes to perfection.
  • There is a fine line between speed and accuracy. To work at Saison, you have to meet that line or else all sorts of hell will be unleashed.
  • Always keep flowers refrigerated and moist with “fish paper” misted with water (still don’t know why it’s called fish paper.. they just look like super fine paper towels).
  • Forceps are your best friend.
  • If there’s anything worse than shucking peas… it’s double-shucking them. First remove them from the large, chalky outer shell, blanch and shock them, then remove the individual peas from their skins. Just to get a pint of shelled peas, I need to double shuck a whole quart of them. Best. Job. Ever.
  • Juicing rhubarb: load juicer slowly. If you feed the juicer too fast, the pulp from the fibrous stalk will collect on one side of the spinning blade and cause intense shaking (and not a very good sound either). It’s kinda like when your washing machine is not balanced and it bounces off the walls during the spin cycle. Same concept.
  • Stinging nettles cannot be eaten raw. Leaves should be picked off and thoroughly rinsed in water and then cooked. Picking nettles should be done with gloves and is also considered a legal form of torture (according to me at least).
  • When your schedule says 8:30 am – 8 pm, don’t expect to be going home before 10.
  • Topping eggs.. another legal form of torture.
  • 65.5 hours in 5 days… only 434.5 to go.

Nose to the Grindstone

Tomorrow is day one of my 500 hour externship. Long days, long hours, no pay. It’s going to be one interesting ride. I just have to keep reminding myself that I’ve been trained for this. I’m not just walking into the kitchen for the first time. 500 hours? Piece of cake.

In the meantime, here’s a post about the origin of “Nose to the Grindstone”. During a field trip to the Old Bale Grist Mill, we learned that if the stones used to mill corn or wheat aren’t positioned correctly, the friction between them can cause the flour to burn. This makes for not very tasty products. To check that the stones weren’t overheating, millers put their nose to the stone in order to smell any burning. The scent of it can also mean that the two millstones have become unbalanced, knocking into each other and striking sparks from the friction. The idiom translates to applying yourself conscientiously to your work, without stopping. Basically work hard and never give up. “Back to the grind” can also be traced back to this idiom. Guess I just have to keep that phrase in mind for my first 12 hour shift on the job. Whew!

Another cool idiom or phrase we learned was “fair to middling”. The different grades of milling are fine, fair, and middling — middling being the highest grade. If someone asked, “how are you doing?”, a common response was “between fair and middlin”, meaning things are so-so or a little better than average. It’s not a very common phrase, but I think I want to bring it back!

Anyways, it’s totally passed my bedtime (it’s currently 2 am). Even though I don’t start work until noon, I’m still psyching myself out for it. Wish me luck! 🙂

Day 1: Tiger in a jar loveliness

Starting to form a serious blog crush on Kinfolk!! ❤

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Ramblings & Shrooms

Today was a sad, sad day for myself as a chef. Those past 9 months of culinary school finally took its toll on my physical stamina. Exploring Land’s End in San Francisco almost killed me half-way through. Doubled over, dying after pushing through a few flights of stairs was embarrassing. The me two years ago would’ve kicked my ass today. So I stacked some rocks as a friendly reminder that even though I’ll be constantly hustling about in the kitchen, doesn’t mean I should be lazy and not exercise on my days off.

On a lighter note… let’s talk mushrooms! One of my favorite parts about taking the ferry back to Vallejo is the Ferry Building Marketplace. Far West Fungi is  a fun place to visit for their cultivated and wild mushrooms, fresh seasonal truffles and unusual forest products. They also have awesome posters showing psychedelic and poisonous mushrooms, which I find to be absolutely fascinating. One of the things on my to-do list is go foraging for mushrooms someday. Chanterelle mushrooms, being one of the more easily recognizable varieties, is definitely be on my shopping list. But of course, never go foraging without a professional. Rather admit to not knowing what you’re doing than kill a room of guests with poisonous shrooms.

A few tips about mushrooms:

Never store mushrooms in plastic as this deteriorates the flesh rapidly. It also promotes moisture which accelerates spoilage. Paper bags are your best bet!

Never rinse/wash mushrooms because it will make them soggy or dilute the flavor… JUST KIDDING!! This is a myth! Since mushrooms are mostly made out of water, a quick rinse wouldn’t make a significant difference in the taste or texture. BUT! Be warned. Since washing can damage the surface cells and cause general discoloration, they should be cooked immediately. [McGee, Harold.On Food and Cooking, The Science and Lore of the Kitchen. New York: Scribner, 2004. Print.]

Cook on, foodies! 🙂

Keep Your Fork

There was a woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and was given 3 months to live. As she began getting her things ‘in order’, she called her pastor and asked for him to come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes. She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she wanted read, and what dress she wanted to be buried in. She also requested to be buried with her favorite Bible in her left hand. Everything was in order and as the pastor was preparing to leave, the woman suddenly remembered one final request that was very important to her. “Please Pastor, just one more thing,” she said excitedly. “Sure, what is it?” came the pastor’s reply. “This is very important to me,” the woman continued … “I want to be buried holding a fork in my right hand.” The pastor gazed at the woman, at a loss for words.

“That surprises you, doesn’t it?” the woman asked. The pastor replied “Well to be quite honest, I am puzzled by the request”.

The woman explained. “You see, Pastor, in all my years of attending church socials and potluck dinners, I remember that when the dishes were being cleared after the main course, someone would inevitably lean over to me and say, ‘Keep your fork’ … it was my favorite part of the meal because I knew that something better was coming, like velvety chocolate cake or deep dish apple pie. Something wonderful to end the meal!”

The pastor listened intently and a smile came upon his face. The woman continued, “So, I just want people to see me there with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder … ‘What’s with the fork’… then I want you to tell them: “Keep your Fork … the best is yet to come”.

The pastor’s eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the woman good-bye. He knew that this would be one of the last times that he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the woman had a better grasp of Heaven than he did.

She knew and trusted that the best was yet to come. At the funeral, every one that walked by the woman’s casket saw her wearing a beautiful dress with her favorite Bible held in her left hand and a fork held in her right hand.

Over and over the pastor heard people ask the question, “Why is she holding a fork?” and his smile began to get larger and brighter each time. During his message, the pastor told the people about the conversation that he had with the woman shortly before she died. He explained the fork and what it symbolized to her. The Pastor told everyone how he could not stop thinking about the fork and how he hoped that they would not be able to stop thinking about it either.

So the next time you reach for your fork, let it remind you, oh so gently, that the best is yet to come …

10 Signs of Mediocrity

How to spot a mediocre restaurant (and stay away from it) — according to Pim Techamuanvivitin in The Foodie Handbook: The (Almost) Definitive Guide to Gastronomy  (with added personal commentary by me :))

  1. Truffles on the menu in the summer
    No, not those unctuous chocolate truffles that typically pop up in places like Costco for the holiday season. I’m referring to the Black Perigold truffles, the black gold fungus from France. With eating seasonally trending nowadays, seeing truffles on a menu when it’s not in season is a red flag. A notoriously expensive specialty such as the truffle, you can only assume that a restaurant that’s desperate enough to keep it year-round isn’t giving you the real deal. Sure, some claim that the truffle smells like a smelly sock or even a fresh armpit.. but there’s nothing more disappointing than being over-charged for cheap gimmicks like stale truffle oil. Personally, I have never tried a REAL truffle from France (running at $85 per ounce, or $4,200 per kilo), but if and when I do, it’ll definitely be worth it.
  2. A million-dollar view or a too convenient location
    Unfortunately, I have fallen prey to this con one time too many, but just to name a few: Sky City atop the Space Needle in Seattle, Top of the World at the Stratosphere in Vegas, and Forbes Island which involved dining UNDERWATER in San Francisco’s Fisherman’s Wharf. Too young to know any better, the only real novelty was the unique dining atmosphere. The theatrics of the meal was nothing short of forgettable. If you have money to blow or just want to entertain your inner tourist, by all means, dine at Jules Verne on top of the Eiffel Tower! But guaranteed you’re paying for the view, not the day-old croissants they tricked you into eating.
  3. The word gourmet is used suspiciously often
    It’s like the all encompassing adjective of restaurant jargon. Words like “organic” and “sustainable” need to be authorized before being put onto menus.. but who’s monitoring the use of “gourmet”?! It’s like saying shoulder pads are classy (which they totally are not). Just because you added two drops of truffle oil to your mashed potatoes doesn’t make it gourmet. Also, be particularly wary when “gourmet” is applied to an ethnic cuisine, such as a gourmet Indian restaurant, for example. In such a case it usually just means they’ve added a tablecloth and perhaps a better brand of soap in the restroom, all of which can result in a massive increase in menu prices. No bueno.
  4. Menu reads like a document from the United Nation
    There are good fusion restaurants and then there are not so good ones. One combination that usually works is French and Vietnamese. One that doesn’t and should never work is Italian and Indian. In any case, be warned. Not all fusion restaurants are a home run. They usually claim to do so many things they can’t help but be mediocre at pretty much all of them.
  5. Menu is the size of The Odyssey
    Any menu that has to be spiral bound isn’t considered a menu. Case in point, The Cheesecake Factory. The one time I ate there, it took me 20 minutes to order because I was so conflicted on what to order, I forgot that I was even hungry in the first place. Sure, some might argue that places like The Factory provide a great variety for large parties. What guests don’t realize is that the exotic fish they just ordered was probably entombed in the freezer for years prior to it being defrosted in a microwave then slapped on the grill for that “pan-seared” authenticity. It is not entirely practical for a restaurant to stock every conceivable ingredient known to mankind in order to support the length of The Odyssey. An extensively long menu is also a sign that the chef, like any bad writer or artist, doesn’t know how to edit himself.
  6. Unlikely ingredients in unlikely places
    If you see kangaroo on the menu and you’re not in Australia.. DON’T EAT THERE. Not to say that a native of Australia can’t come to California and share this unique and disturbing mutilation of cute, fluffy creatures… but more likely than not, ingredients like kangaroo or alligator on a menu is meant to spike curiosity, not excite the taste buds.
  7. Ushers at the door
    Good restaurants don’t need to have people standing by the front door waving hello to tourists and beckoning them to come in (or even standing on street corners handing out coupons). It’s usually the other way around. Fabulous restaurants go to great lengths to find gatekeepers to prevent people from entering, albeit in the most tactful way possible.
  8. “Twenty locations in ten cities all over the world!”
    Hard Rock Cafe. Need I say more?
  9. Restaurant has a gift shop attached
    This is particularly worrying if said gift shop carries fluffy stuffed animals bearing the name or insignia of the restaurant. But there is an exception to this rule, however. Many three-star restaurants in the French countryside feature a shop selling local products or special ingredients created by the chef are never short of exquisite. Still, most restaurants with gift shops attached are, well… Hard Rock Cafe, anyone?
  10. Restaurant is empty
    As a general rule, an empty restaurant is quite likely a mediocre one as well. Don’t assume that you’ll find an undiscovered gem hiding in the dirt while traveling in some exotic locale. If the restaurant were any good, someone else, most likely the locals, would have found out before you.

Baseball & Food

Although the Giant’s game ended in a disappointing 5-0 loss to the Texas Rangers, there was still plenty of overpriced ballpark food to be noshed.

Gilroy garlic fries: $10

Crab Sandwich on garlic sourdough toast: $16

Large soda: $6.75

Sunflower seeds: $5.00 (but only because we brought them with us)

Nothing like overpriced food to make you feel better about your team losing. Oh well, better luck next time, Giants!!

 

 

 

Scone, Skoon, Skon

I used to hate scones. I believed scones were served with tea to appear “fancy”, when really they were just dry, sad excuses for a pastry. I’ve never had a good scone until I “stole” this recipe, thanks to my partner-in-crime Malina (thanks!). I made these raspberry scones on Friday, accompanied by Meyer lemon marmalade, and earl grey tea for breakfast.

Scones originated from Scotland and were originally made with oats. Did you know that only Americans pronounce scone as scone (rhyming with cone)? Most of the UK, Australia, Canada and New Zealand pronounce it as “skon” (rhymes with con) or “skoon” (rhymes with spoon). The Scottish prefer “skon”.

Scone vs. biscuit.. What’s the difference? Scones typically use butter and cream (sometimes soured/plain milk) — giving it a more cakey crumb. Whereas biscuits use butter in combination with lard and buttermilk/plain milk — creating a flakier or airier texture than scones. Some people might argue that scones are sweet and biscuits are meant to be savory. But nowadays, where people dip bacon in chocolate and make tarragon ice cream, anything goes.

So to make the perfect scone? Well a magician with a stolen trick doesn’t reveal their secrets now do they? 😉

Peel Garlic in 10 Seconds!

Is Cap’n Crunch Really a Captain?

Captain, yes. Real? Nope. Just a mascot named Captain Horatio Magellan Crunch.

Because of its hard, crunchy consistency, consumers of Cap’n Crunch may experience “crunch mouth”, a condition where the palette and gums become irritated from abrasion caused by the cereal. Hmm.. how about that?

 

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