I'm a culinary arts student at the Connecticut Culinary Institute, in Suffield, Ct. I've been cooking since i was very young, starting off at my parents sides, mixing things, getting myself horribly covered in flour and sugar and butter and everything else imaginable. that progressed into me cooking dinner, and inevitably lead to culinary school. I'm southern, and Jewish, so when I cook for six people, I'm actually cooking for about 60, and when a friend comes over, I immediatly pinch their side, tell them they're too skinny, and proceed to spend and hour cooking in the kitchen. One of my favourite things in the world is when someone calls me, a friend, a family member, whoever, in a panic over some recipe that they just don't understand. If I don't know it, i have at least 10 chefs I can go ask at any given moment (except for 3 am)
My favorite things to cook
Chicken and Dumplings, Meatloaf, Macaroni and Cheese, Brisket, Matzoh Ball Soup, Mashed Potatoes, Turkey (of any kind) Roasted Chicken, and all things pastry. I make fun of the pastry students here (we call them Flour Sniffers, they call us Un-Savory... it's wonderful) but, I do love to bake. but sh.... don't tell them I said that.
My favorite family cooking traditions
making cookies at the holidays. It's a 3 person production, especially for the butter cookies.
My cooking triumphs
Sucessfully making thanksgiving dinner for my roommate, his daugher, his brother, our roommate and his friend, and 3 or 4 of my friends. My only helper was my roommates daughter Kaitlyn. I like cooking with other people, but only when they'll actually listen to what I'm telling them to do. Since then, whenever we have Kaitlyn for the evening, as soon as I get there, its "WHAT ARE WE MAKING FOR DINNER TONIGHT?! when we're done, can we play guitar hero?"
My cooking tragedies
The FIRST time i tried to make thanksgiving dinner solo... I forgot to take the gizzards and neck out of the turkey, i set the biscuits on fire, blackened the green beans, boiled the potatoes until they fell apart, then strained them and "mashed" them anyway, but with buttermilk, instead of regular milk, and some random soy butter that was in the fridge, it was a horrible horrible disaster. Fortunately, my cousin (who is also a chef) over-cooked for thanksgiving, and my family went over there, and just pretended like that dinner never happened. (to this day, if you ask anyone about thanksgiving 2000, you'll hear... "Uh... I don't remember. I'm sure the food was delicious"