A few weeks ago I received a giant book from the Culinary
Institute of America, and I was absolutely thrilled to see all of the wonderful
recipes and tips inside of it. Today I realized that I have to actually read
this book in its entirety and it scared me to death. Not because I have to read
it, but because I’m being tested on it. For the first time since starting my
catering course, I’m being tested on a gigantor book. Actually gigantor is an
understatement as there are over 1200 pages in this book. You could say I’m a
touch nervous.
About four months ago I was diagnosed with some pulled and
torn tendons on the top of my foot as well as a small fracture. I was told
there was nothing that could be done about it because of it’s location with the
exception of taking it easy. Since my job as a domestic goddess requires me to
care for my family, you can assume that taking it easy isn’t part of my
lifestyle. Since my foot has seemed to gotten worse instead of better, my
husband has ordered me to stay off of it for the entire weekend. Yay! He’s
cleaning and making dinner and I’m going to spend my weekend in bed with my
foot up and studying my butt off. I’ve got a couple of study units to go
through before starting on the 1200 page book, but that doesn’t make me any
less nervous about being tested on it.
Today I’m starting on my newest study unit about Alcohol. I
was going to start it a couple of weeks ago, but the flu got in my way, so I’m
starting it today. I finally finished my garnishing section and I took my exam
last night. I scored an 85% on it, which isn’t bad, but wouldn’t you know the
question I got wrong pertained to those dang carrots I tried to tie into bows
yesterday. Talk about irony.
Well I’m off to bed now to put my feet up with alcohol book
in hand. Have a good weekend all.