Mission Accomplished

Day 120

I did it!

After 600 hours of chopping, butchering, sauteing, braising, baking, plating and so on, I have completed my classic culinary arts training.

Today was a test not only in cooking ability but also time management, pressure and patience. It was truly one of the most difficult tasks I've ever had to complete in my life.

Yesterday—Martin Luther King, Jr. Day—I ironically had a dream. I had a vision of selecting the poached cod and chocolate orange parfait pairing from a hat. I remember feeling relieved knowing that the end was almost near. Oddly enough, my vision proved true: That pairing is what I ended up with for the final today. Relief. Talk about eerie.

So there I was, with two manageable dishes and as much of a sense of calm as I could've felt for the situation.

First dish up was the cod. I was moving at a good pace—until it was time to plate. As much as the chefs reminded us about allowing ample time for this, I didn't give myself enough of a buffer. I was a minute late, as were half the people with the same dish. Stressful, but not completely detrimental.

The second and final dish was the chocolate orange parfait. Part of the reason I was late plating the cod was because I pretty much finished the dessert at the same time. Because the parfait contains gelatin, it has to set for quite some time. I didn't want to risk waiting until after I sent out the cod—I'm afraid it wouldn't have been long enough to gel. Instead, it would have been a goopy mess. My instincts were right: The parfait was pretty damn close to perfect. And this round, I was on time.

At this point, it was a waiting game. We cleaned up our stations and listened to a briefing on who the guest chefs were judging our dishes (notables included Michael Psilakis and Aaron Sanchez). Then we headed out into the dining room for our final critique. At least we had a glass of Champagne to calm our nerves.

I was pleased with my remarks—especially the last comment from a chef (who isn't a big dessert fan and is married to a pastry chef). He said my parfait was the best thing he ate all day. I blushed—and it wasn't from the Champagne.

It looks like I will be a tall hat tomorrow.

Final Days

Days 118-119

The last day of class has arrived.

I'm feeling every kind of emotion right now: excitement, exhaustion, sadness, happiness, nervousness, anxiousness... the list goes on. Just about the only emotion I'm not yet feeling is relief, but I'm hoping that will come at 3 p.m. Tuesday when my two plates are judged and I get the green flag for graduation.

The final works like this: Students pull a piece of paper from a hat, and on it is their fate for the day. It lists two dishes that must be completed in an allotted time. Every dish has multiple components—some more difficult than others—but each is challenging in its own way.

There are four possible combinations of the eight total dishes. Chefs and students agree the seared pork chop paired with the lobster consomme is the hardest combo; I'm counting on my lucky stars to not get that deadly duo. Either way, I'm preparing as much as I can this weekend for the final. I plan on cooking multiple dishes to jog my memory in terms of what I need to accomplish come Tuesday.

Besides it being the final week of culinary school, this week was just like any other in the kitchen. I finished the last couple days on entremetier, creating sandwiches and canapes for the restaurant. My contributions included a turducken sandwich (yes, you heard that right), roasted bone marrow with shallot confit on crostini, and chilled pear soup with a blue cheese crisp and amaretto "caviar."

No time for being inventive this weekend; I'll be replicating Level 6 dishes. Preparation for the final starts now.

Duck and Cover

Days 111-114

T minus one week. That's it.

I don't think reality has yet hit. It still feels like school isn't close to being over and I've got plenty of time to find a job. I better check myself before I wreck myself. (Thank you, Ice Cube, for the advice.)

I've already completed most of the final rotations. This week, I checked off saucier with some good-looking pork chops and duck breasts. I plan on practicing both dishes at home in the coming week so that I can get them down to a science.

Monday marks the last day of pastry, complete with a mock final. For the practice exam, I'm expected to complete a smaller yield of the Level 6 recipes—pear tart tartin with chartreuse ice cream and chocolate orange parfait—both which have multiple components. I'm anticipating a hair-raising experience.

Come Tuesday, I'll enter my final rotation: entremetier. It will be a nice way to wind down a crazy six months, as my team will put our knowledge and creativity to use for the restaurant's amuse-bouches.

Preparing for that final should be amusing...