The First day

And my culinary class has begun; although not late, I was the last one to arrive in our class. I was told that there are 11 of us but since its All Hollow's Eve only 6 of us were there. (November 1, All Saint's Day is a major holiday in the Philippines where people pay their respects to their departed loved ones)

So I have met 5 of my classmates, 3 ladies and 2 proud gays. Our instructor as we have learned used to be the head or the pastry kitchen of a famous hotel chain. He's resume seems to be impressive and knows what he is talking about. Well it better be since our culinary future is in his hands.

All in all it was an interesting orientation, I was still a bit reserved since I haven't quite know my classmates yet. It was also a bit of a bummer to find out that my next few classes sounds like all lectures and discussions. Oh well, as excited as I am with being in the kitchen; I should better put those books into good use...

All Hollow's Eve

I hope that having my firstday at the culinary school on All Hollow's eve is not an indication of things to come. I finally finished all of the paper works needed for enrollment, and hopefully my mom wont forget to pickup my uniform after her class today.

One little regret I have right now is that I wont be able to have manicures for a while. Just realized this during my Dashing Diva appointment last Wednesday... oh well just a little price to pay for good eats!  =o)

First Entry

Last October 2, 2010 I have recently enrolled myself in a baking class. Although the school has some fancy name for it I would just keep it as simple as that. A baking class. Why a baking class? Why not follow my mother’s footsteps and take up culinary class. My initial reason was simple, to get more value for our money, my mom will concentrate on the culinary class while I take the baking class. We can then just teach each other what we have learned. Simple right?

But last Sunday as I was making cookies from the box, I have realized one thing. That growing up I have learned to cook relying only on my senses. No measuring cups or spoons, only knowing that a little splash of this or a handful of that can do the trick. This method worked so well within my family, that it sometimes baffles friends when they see our family recipes as pieces of paper with only the ingredients listed and no measurements. This method that I grew accustomed to is a big no-no in baking.

In baking precise measurements and accuracy is a must, where everything must have the proper ratio. Where I must re-learn what I know about the kitchen, because my method of throw this and that in the pot would not do.

Now I have decided to create a blog to document my journey, the ups and downs, the struggles and hopefully victories of my six months of baking adventure.