Yes. That is 12 hours. Prepping, chopping, creating, cooking, cleaning, and planning the menu for the next day. Repeat.
And the other 12 hours away from the kitchen? They are spent eating, socializing, drinking, and sleeping.
You literally live and breathe cooking. I am exhausted, and I love it.
I have so many more stories. Some good, some bad. I was definitely not on my game yesterday. I had stayed out too late the night before, and the adrenaline high I was riding on ran out of gas. I struggled yesterday to keep up the energy and enthusiasm.
I also cut my left thumb. Really bad. Which was not only embarrassing, but painful. It was bound to happen, I just didn't realize it would be so soon.
I had to wear a little blue condom-like cover over my thumb the whole night. It was a proclamation of my worthlessness that said, "Look at me! Look at me! I am the doofus that cut my thumb!" It was also a reminder that I am in a world that I totally do not feel comfortable in.
But, today is a new day. After my amazing 10 hours of sleep, I feel refreshed and ready to learn.
Now, off to The Restaurant. On the agenda today: knife skills, braising the "right" way, and handmade tortellini pasta.