A required component of my culinary education was a class titled Flavors of the World. The Chef-Instructor was of the mad scientist variety, seemingly unflappable and unamusable. The class had a reputation among students ...
In culinary school, our final exams often took the form of what we called Black Boxes, which were, of course, neither black nor in a box exactly. But "black box" does lend a certain intimidating ...
What follows may sound very silly.After 50 weeks - or something near to that - at WCI, I enjoyed a mandatory six week internship before I was granted my freedom from the program and, ...