Greetings everyone!
In addition to Tina Manno’s blog about Level II, I will be writing about the Level I experience. I originally planned to post weekly, so I apologize for only posting now. As we just completed the first month here at Stratford Chefs School, I think a review of past events would be the most enjoyable read. You can also expect pictures and posts devoted to our wine tours and Ian Brown (our Writer-in-Residence) in the next few days!
So, back to the beginning. Orientation and the Terroir Luncheon out at Antony John and Tina VandenHeuvel’s farm, Soiled Reputation http://www.soiledreputation.com/ were great introductions to the school and the region. Most of the Level Is and some of the Level IIs had met previously, out at Bentley’s or the Boar’s Head, so many of our icebreaking introductions had been taken care of. I have to admit that l was a bit suspicious of how quickly ‘groups’ shifted to ‘teams,’ however. Competitive already, huh? That being said, I soon learned that this sense of team has a ton of advantages and should not be viewed with too much concern, especially considering how inclusive our classmates have proven to be. Aside from all of the cooking know-how these last few weeks, I found out fast how helpful a sense of ‘team’ is (I’ll get back to this sentiment in a moment).
I can see how getting up early to cook for a bunch of freshman could be a pain in the neck, especially if the night before involved a drink or seven, so a huge thank you to the Level IIs, administration and the folks at Soiled Reputation for helping out and putting together such a great meal for a crowd. Also in top form was our entertainment for the day. Level Is were especially surprised by Eric Neaves, who got up and sung Italian opera without hesitation. Eric was a bit embarrassed when he found out that Chef Camanini was in attendance, only to later be redeemed by Chef, who said his enunciation and emphasis were great.
A few words on classes. They’ve been quick paced and jam packed with information. Procrastination is not an option here. In high school and university I seemed to be able to put things off to the very last minute. Now I find myself with four or five recipes to familiarize myself with as well as a quiz or assignment due in each class, so I always have to be on top of things. Late nights and lunchtime library sessions have become pretty regular, especially when I’m running food or washing dishes a couple of nights a week. All this is to say that this month flew by and we soon all found ourselves in the middle of exams.
From what I could tell, our Practical Cookery exams went over quite well (I wish I could say the same for Pastry). I’ve been hearing of a few hits and misses, but in general the marks were pretty high and everyone knows where they can improve. As could be expected, students were stressed all week for their first round of evaluation. Knowing that something you care about so deeply will be judged and graded can be daunting. On the Monday morning, I took my knives in to get sharpened at Bradshaw’s. I spoke to a few of their staff members and they mentioned that they’ve never had so many requests for “omelette pans.” It seems everyone has an itch for specialized gadgets, especially when nervous.
So it seems the first quarter of our program has passed with many successes and very few mishaps. Our Writer-in-Residence events at Heliconian Hall and Nota Bene were enjoyable and informative, the Niagara-region wine tours at Rosewood Estates, Henry of Pelham, Ravine Vineyard and Southbrook Vineyards (with quick visits to Stratus and Jackson Triggs) were very impressive. Our visiting chef instructor, Riccardo Camanini, is shining through during Luncheon Clubs at Pazzo http://rundlesrestaurant.wordpress.com/ and our Level IIs have been performing extremely well for their dinner labs at the Old Prune with Mike Booth and Bryan Steele.
My biggest problem seems to be gathering up and hanging on to everything I need for the day. Long days and many different tasks to complete don’t seem to help. I learned my lesson quickly during the first week however. I was changing down at Rundles and had put on everything but my hat. I reached to the bottom of my bag only to come up empty-handed. No hat. How could I forget my hat? (Those of you who know me by now, who’ve likely held on to a forgotten item or two of mine, also know that this isn’t much of a surprise.)
A list of options played in my mind: ‘run to Pazzo, ask around and look like a fool? Take a taxi back home and risk being a couple of minutes late? Could I fashion a bandana out of one of my bar wipes? Damnit.’ I looked in the mirror. ‘I wonder how long it would take to shave my head…? That would eliminate the problem I suppose.’ I definitely did not have a razor on hand and my knife skills are not that great. I ran outside, scanned the alleyway and found someone standing by the Pazzo door.
Being the first week and all, I wasn’t sure if they were a fellow student or a passerby. Completely out of breath, I asked as calmly as I could if they knew where to find a hat on short notice. He checked his bag. No luck. Then he asked me which instructor I had. Strange question, I thought. I wasn’t sure. “Collins or Steele, maybe?”
“Hm. Good luck,” he replied sympathetically, “try and get in there early and sweet talk him if you can.” He smiled and laughed a bit as I thanked him and walked away.
At this point I realized that I was completely screwed. My hands were now shaking. I checked my cell phone for the time. 5 o’clock. I figured I may as well head up to Pazzo and face the music. I rushed up the stairs to the kitchen, only to find Chef Camanini. I immediately U-turned to the dining room and took a big breath around the corner.
Great. A Michelin-star chef filling in for evening class. This would be the greatest thing in the world at any time other than this one. I immediately felt a little weak in the knees. I looked around the dining room and yelled to my new classmates, “Guys!” Does anyone have a hat?! I will…” Calmly, before I could admit the lengths I would go to borrow someone’s hat, Josh Buckle turned to me and nodded, then rushed back to his bag for me. “I owe you big,” I said, “like a ton of beer kinda big.”
“That’s alright. I’ll just pull the friend card out at a later date.”
This is a scene that has repeated itself, in various forms, for many of us the past couple of weeks. One minute I thought I was going to pass out in a panic, the next I felt like I was right where I needed to be. Just like that, I had a hat on my head, a team mate to lean on and a friend for the year. Welcome to Stratford Chefs School.