Whoa!

Oh my god this is really happening!  I am starting at the Escoffier School of Culinary Arts tomorrow!  Among other things, this means I'm going to be shifting from the Hip Housewife to the Scorching Student Chef.  


I have to be up early, my classes start at seven a.m. and my instructor has made it clear that classes START at seven.  Arrival time is not seven, arrival time is not later than six fifty-five.  The acceptable way to address her is "Chef".  Answers are "Yes, chef", "No, chef", very military like.

She also made it clear at orientation that she's not going to let anyone coast, once she sees our comfort zone she's going to push us.  Does this scare me to death?  Oh, hell yes.  This means it's a good thing for me to do.  Fear and discomfort are the path to growth.

And learning to make a great omelette.

Today, the family is getting everyone ready to start school.  I've helped the kids get their clothes put away and make sure they have their backpacks and lunch boxes ready to go.  Scott and I will need to fill out some paperwork for their teachers.

I need to hem my chef pants.  Professional appearance is a portion of my grade, if my hems are too long I'll be marked off.  It's an easy way to keep my grade point average up, to not do it is just laziness on my part.  Since the program is so condensed, attendance is vital.  I miss one day I've missed a full 25% of the lessons for that week.

We won't even start anything in the kitchen until I've completed food service certification.  Then we'll get our tool kits and begin knife skills.  I'm anticipating having cuts on my fingers, but I'm looking forward to getting those improved.

I'm reeling, reeeeeelling with the fact that I've made this happen.  I've been walking around all weekend saying "Whoa!"

Whoooooooaaaaaaa!

Amanda's beauty tip of the day:  Whooooooaaaaaaaa