A year of Gastronomy

No Anchovies Please

A hat tip to anyone who knows where that lyric comes from without googling it.
I started out the week with commercial baking.  Big quantities, the big hobart mixer and repetition, repetition, repetition.  When we started vollying for the recipes I stuck my hand up for the scones. I'm married to a Brit, how could I not?  Besides I have never made them and I would like to know with certainty that if called upon to make a high tea, I would be ready.

Shhhh, don't mention hollandaise to Brian

This week was our last week in basics, for me a bittersweet ending, for others, just bitter.
I had hoped we would see Chef Stephan again for our last class but a medical issue with a family member has seen us being taught by Chef Tony on and off over the last several weeks.  The differences between Stephan and Tony are vast in both their teaching styles as well as how they run the class.  Tony is a world weary, in the weeds hardened kind of guy.  A madman who is a below the knee amputee who broke his femur in a skiing accident this winter during a handicapped ski race, hobbles around the three story school on his crutches clutching a plastic container of iced coffee in his teeth to open the doors, is never seen without a baseball hat and still can't wait to get on his motorcycle again. 
Chef Stephan on the other hand is quiet, reserved, exacting, always seen with his chef hat on and an impeccable white coat and best of all for me he has a fabulously dry and wry sense of humour.

Gamegirl

What do you think of when you hear the word Game (related to food of course)?
My immediate thought is Venison or Rabbit or maybe Grouse and Pheasant but the list of game is quite long.  It includes: Elk, Moose, Caribou, Reindeer, Bear, Armadillo, Squirrel, Muscrat, Porcupine (?) and even Racoon.  Basically Chef Tony said any road kill qualifies as Game.  A charming visual isn't it?

Bunni Bunni

First: Consider this your obligatory warning that this entry contains formerly cute and furry creatures.
Second: I had a pet rabbit and his name was George.
Third: Rabbit tastes just like chicken.  No.  Really.

Now let us get on with it, shall we?

Looking towards the future

Like Brian's last post, this entry will not be full of pretty pictures, nor recipes, mainly because my spicy tuna recipe from Tuesday was not pretty when plated, although, I thought, quite yummy.  I personally would have seared the tuna in a really hot pan instead of grilling.  Yea, the grill marks are - um - sorta pretty, but the sear in a hot pan gives it a crust...ya know?