On Friday, the chef mentioned that the old intern would be back this week, and that I should go to the meat station and he will tae over the crap duties on the cold station. I was hoping for a more interesting day today, but when I got there this morning, the meat guy said he couldn't take me today. So, it was another day of picking through salad. I am hoping that tomorrow I will be able to go over to the meat station. If not, maybe there will be something a little more interesting in the cold station. The other bad part of the cold station is that the guy in charge is 19 and the other intern is 17, but he's been there for a year. I am having a VERY hard time answering to these kids...especially when they tell me that I have plucked the leaves off a parsley stem incorrectly. Apparently, there is more than one way.
Nutmeg In Paris
I was living in New Orleans, working as a middle school English teacher when Hurricane Katrina struck and the levees broke. I lost my job, and decided that it was time to pursue my dream of going to culinary school. Here I am in Paris for the next eight months, cooking and exploring, trying to decide what comes next...

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