A short school week because of Thanksgiving. I get to go visit my sister in Denver. I'll meet my parents there and see my little niece.
The question on everyone's lips in school is, of course, "what are you making for Thanksgiving?" Not just "what are you doing." It's not your usual Thanksgiving talk because now we all know more about cooking than we did four months ago. I think we've all had Thanksgiving in the backs of their minds as we've learned techniques and recipes, keeping mental notes of what we'd like to put on the menu. This is our first opportunity to really show our culinary stuff to the people we love on a major food day, and...
I'm so embarrassed by the truth. I'd like to make something up, really.
My family won't allow me to cook this year.
I mumble when I say it. Turn my head and mumble. My face sags in shame!
I had to beg to make potatoes and a dessert.
Is there a culinary school student anywhere in America that isn't cooking for Thanksgiving?
For the record, I'm making potatoes almondine and coconut cream pie, my mother's favorite. I don't even get to show off anything even moderately cool like tossing ingredients in a pan.
I think I'd be less humiliated if my chef-instructors sent me off to the corner to make Chex Mix for the staff.