(n.) From the Filipino verb luto, to cook; a common childhood game of pretend-cooking. On the world wide web, a chronicle of a journey into professional cooking.
As expected, some of us got cuts while practicing our knife skills last night in class. We earned some sort of dubious school record after eight people, including myself, got injured. I got my cut attempting to tourné a jicama (that's the real English word for singkamas, not turnip). The tourné, where you make a vegetable into something resembling a seven-sided football, is the most challenging cut of all to master. My turned vegetables, especially the one of the eggplant, looked like monstrous alien invaders more apropos for a science fiction B-movie.
My other cuts were also uneven, although Chef Vic, our instructor, praised my batonnets and minced garlic. By God, I'll keep attempting the tourné and the other cuts, even if I manage to fillet all of my fingers. My friend and house neighbor A has even kindly agreed to let me do the cutting and chopping for her Monday dinner.
Tonight, meanwhile, is fish and seafood night. This is one of the things we're going to be doing:
I am a bookworm, arts addict, indefatigable traveler, animal lover, frustrated gardener and occasional writer. My fascination with food - the crunchy, oozing, tangy, flaky, pungent, spicy, succulent, sweet glory of it all - inspired me to go to cookery school so I could leave my soulless office job. This is the tale of my travails and triumphs as a cookery student, how I eased myself into cooking for a living, and a few other side-dishes.
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