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.
21 March 2008
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Congratulations! I guess now you are free to become my personal chef?
Wow, many congrats--if you can come to the happy hour on Tuesday (and I hope you can), your first drink is on me! :-)
I wish I knew how to say congratulations in french.
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