I swear to god this class will kill me. The first thing we find out is that we have to come in early to iron our aprons (again) before class. No folding lines will be permitted. WTF? I believe the chefs are simply drill sargeants with good palettes. Head chef seriously said "you are no longer an individual". The only thing that's missing are the push ups and Richard Gere in fatigues.
Besides that, we learned about stocks today. Standing around in our silly white outfits, looking like clones, we had out notebooks hiked high to our faces, we scribbled like mad folks as the chef spoke rapidly about leaching collagen into water and the proper way to make sachets and bouquet garnis which are just fancy french words for spices and herbs tied in bundles.
