One thing about culinary school. You are constantly fooled into thinking you know everything. For a few days, you'll be in the groove, perfecting the same types of dishes. Then, all of a sudden you make the most appalling string of crap ever to grace your kitchen. Enter the shame...
Of course, it's probably just the fact that I now have the wherewithal to identify my mistakes that is making me insecure about the rubbery shrimp I produced yesterday. And the incident with the fennel. That wasn't so good.
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