Some children dream of becoming astronauts. Others aspire to being ballerinas. I had loftier ambitions: to de-bone a chicken. When I began culinary school I thought – wrongly – that removing every single bone from a chicken while leaving it whole would be part of Basic Cookery 101. Crestfallen, I set my book aside and came to the conclusion that de-boning was perhaps an art reserved only for the most masterful of chefs, a process that was only known to a small, exclusive circle. I had resigned myself to live in a world where only bony chickens were served.
And then, one day, the rain cloud that loomed over my bowed head parted and a ray of sunshine broke through: my beloved chef instructor announced that he was going to teach us the coveted procedure. If anything, this one bit of learning has made culinary school worth it.
Doesn’t it look grand?
P.S.
I also made whole-wheat dinner rolls…one of my Thanksgiving trial runs.
3 comments:
I just salivated all over my keyboard, shirt, mouse, desk, pencils.......
Wow!, it does look GRAND !, maravilloso!, I want to learn how to do that..., I can't imagine, but I will go to NY so you can teach me how to do it, it is absolutely amazing!!!
Congratulations!
How easy is this? I've explained the concept to others but they can't believe it's done.
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