21 March 2008

Like the slow leaking of air from a bike tire, it's all slowly deflating.

I've been awake basically the entire week.  It was our last week of classes at Chef School.  We had a final in wine pairing.  We had a final theoretical exam.  We had our final practical exam (gourgeres, flounder filet meuniere, steak with bordalaise sauce, pear jalousie), which, incidentally, I did awesome on.  And today, we turned in our massive notebooks, filled with every recipe that we prepared over the last six months.  And now.  It's. Over.

And I don't quite know what to do with myself.  Except nap.  Most definitely nap.


NG said...

Congratulations! I guess now you are free to become my personal chef?

bettyjoan said...

Wow, many congrats--if you can come to the happy hour on Tuesday (and I hope you can), your first drink is on me! :-)

HRH King Friday XIII said...

I wish I knew how to say congratulations in french.