And the winners are. . .

Not us.

Today, after making 14 various salads, chutneys and sauces we had a bit of a surprise.  On the white board up front, Chef B. had written down the following:

  1. 1 apple, 1 knife, 1 monkey bowl
  2. 10 unpeeled cloves of garlic, 1 knife, 1 monkey bowl
  3. 1 chicken breast, S&P, oil, saute pan
  4. 3 eggs, 2 bowls, 1 whisk

It was then explained to us that we would be participating in a relay speed challenge and the assignments were as follows:

  1. Cut the apple into brunoise (1/8 x 1/8 x 1/8)
  2. Cream the 10 cloves of garlic
  3. Season & saute the chicken breast
  4. Whip egg whites to stiff peaks and turn the bowl over for a minimum of 5 seconds with none falling out

We had a few moments to sort out who would do what at our tables.  Joe outright volunteered for the garlic, Eddie very nobly volunteered for the chicken breast (hard one, right?), which left Tim & I.  Tim opted for the apple so out of default I got the egg whites, which I didn’t care about.  After all, 3 out of the 4 aren’t too bad (the garlic I could live without).

So Tim got us off to a terrible start, more of a rough mince than an even brunoise, but he was at least keeping pace.  The Chef allowed him to tag Joe who turns out to be an animal when it comes to creaming garlic.  I think he creamed 10 cloves in 3 minutes, maybe less – even the Chef was impressed with his skill.  His valiant effort put us minutes ahead of everyone else.  Eddie was up next after a few attempts at cheating (I’d pondered aloud while Tim was destroying the apple whether he should pound the breast flat which he promptly did, well out of order).  With the chicken breast finished and cooked next was my turn, which I had tons of time to complete – no one was even close and I think some people were still creaming garlic.  

I whisked the shit out of those eggs for what seemed like an eternity with the annoying fucks in the class buzzing around me saying “Gee, your arm must be getting tired” and shit like that.  Of course this just made me whip harder.

Finally, out of breath I turned the bowl over just as the 2nd group was just starting to whip her eggs.  Mission accomplished, or so we thought.  Turns out Tim’s job on the apple held us back from winning the grand prize to be revealed in class tomorrow.

If the prize is a break from cleaning I’m gonna fucking kill him 🙂

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