So many cool things have been happening here. Last night we did a 6 course banquet dinner for 34 people. And by “we” I mean me and Donatella. And by 34 people I really mean 40, because 6 people were in the regular dining room too, that had to be treated like normal customers.
Phew.
Tonight, I thought we were going to have a slow night, so I didn’t even put my whites on. When I meandered into the kitchen around 9, there were 7 tickets up on the board, and Donatella was in a frenzy. I jumped right in, and before I knew it I was making 3 creme brulees.
While making one of them, I had the ingenious idea to touch the burned sugar, to make sure it had become hard. (Heh heh… hard. Shaddup.)
I forgot the fact that I had just scorched the sugar with the blowtorch, even though I was still clutching it in my grasp.
I tapped the still smouldering crust with the middle finger of my right hand, and it immedately stuck to my digit. Bad sign.
I immediately licked it off (good idea), and realized I had completely scalded myself.
I have a pretty blister now!!
Andrew Baber is a
Levi
I’m glad to know that even people with far more kitchen time than me have done this. I don’t feel so bad about my creme brulee-touching experience anymore! I feel your pain, man. I really do.