A year of Gastronomy

Raspberry Fool

There is a regular feature in the food blogging world called Sugar High Friday created by Jennifer of The Domestic Goddess, I'd like to officially rename it Sugar High Monday because my god are we baking sweet stuff lately.

Bad Karma

I know I have been quiet this week. I am still in mourning for the lobster I had to murder in basics class last week to make Paella. The lobster who received my 10" wide Wustoff through his cranium. The lobster that I then picked up in my hands, still thrashing and ripped in two. The lobster who was still one full hour later, kicking, when he went into the rondeau with some olive oil.

Here fishie fishie

This was one odd, scary week puncuated on one end with my first sucky day in school and closed with Doctor's appointments and flower shows all encased in the middle with a lot of sitting on really uncomforatble chairs (jury duty and emergency rooms) and getting covered in fish scales and guts.  Doesn't it sound fun?
Do come along for the ride...

Thank you Chef

It was another butter and egg filled week at good old CSCA.  As Brian mentioned, we would all love to know how much the school spends annually on butter and eggs.  Quite a few of the people in class only bite things to taste them and then spit the remainder out in the trash.  Some just don't really sample anything at all.
monday brought us in with Brioche.  For some odd reason I had always thought that I liked Brioche, I must have been sadly mistaken all these years.  Thankfully with 12 ounces of butter in a batch, it is something that I can happily live without.

Double indemnity and there's no place like home

This week was an odd one for me.  I had to miss out on baking class on Monday to take my husband to some post op appointments.  I mailed our academic coordinator Deb and told her I would be out, but that I would get the notes from a classmate.  She mailed me back asking if I could make the class up later in the week.  Option one was Wednesday day which meant staying after for my weekly seminar.  Effecively a 13 hour day.  Option two was attending a 4:30 P.M. to 12:30 P.M. class on Thursday *shudder*.
I'm old. 
I'm in my jammies by nine-o'clock.  Punctual about that I am. I thought I would sniff out the deal and decide on Tuesday.