I asked Tyler to send me a a creative picture of him representing his style as a chef. I gave him many suggestions however he came up with "The Drunken Chef" approach. It was actually quite fitting because both Tyler and I have had a chef professor who utilizes simple culinary techniques and at the end of each lab would tell us students to "go drink lots of wine and beer". At the end of the day that's how Tyler feels about being a chef; use simple and reliable techniques and do not forget to have fun while doing them.
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Saturday 7 March 2015
Tyler's Last Supper
What would you last meal be?
I have developed this new obsession of lamb lately so there
would be a variety of lamb dishes. Vegetables are gross and it’s my last dinner
so none of those. We’d probably have some crazy Italian desserts and lots of
chocolate.
What would be the setting?
On a beach somewhere in the Dominican.
What would you drink?
Everyone would have to start with a shot of tequila. After
that people could drink whatever they wanted. I would be drinking wine.
Would there be music?
Of course, lots of Coldplay and Fall Out Boy.
Who would be there?
All of my family and my closest friends. Oh and the dog.
Who would prepare the meal?
I would, I’m the best chef in the family, and besides I like
to cook.
Wednesday 4 March 2015
My Style As a Chef
This is the picture I am choosing to describe myself as a chef. I am by no means the greatest or most confident cook but I have an enormous amount of faith in my team. As a chef I am more comfortable as a team player than head chef, as such I think describes my style perfectly. Beautiful food with beautiful people!
My Last Supper
The tomato bruschetta appetizers would then be made. The
crunchy, freshly grilled baguette would contrast the texture of the soft tomato
topping. The crostinis would have been rubbed with garlic to accentuate the “bite”
in the dish. The topping would consist of freshly picked roma tomatoes, high
quality extra virgin olive oil, cayenne pepper, home grown basil, more garlic,
and lightly seasoned with sea salt and pepper. After a quick digestion period
the veal schnitzel would be served along with red wine sautéed mushrooms. Thin,
crispy, barbeque flavoured potato wedges would accompany the meal as well as
some chardonnay, champagne and a light red wine. The veal would be breaded in
the most delicate of batters, deep fried to a beautiful golden brown, and yet
somehow it would not feel the slightest bit greasy. As the batter crunches
between our teeth we would only feel the moistness of the perfectly cooked
veal. The potatoes would be seasoned with the mystery barbeque spice from my
childhood summer camp which I never seemed to be able to find back home. The
mushrooms would also be a delicious shade of golden brown but when eaten all we
would taste is the wine it was cooked in. Finally dessert would come and we
would start with strawberries marinated in champagne to help clear the palette.
There would be a tasting tray so that everyone could try a little bit of each
dessert. There would be fresh raspberries coated in Belgian white chocolate, a soft
cheesecake that tasted of the scent of vanilla, the family favourite raspberry
charlotte cake, strawberry rhubarb pie like tradition, Granny’s juicy blueberry
pie with berries picked fresh from the cottage, my mom’s apple crisp with loads
of extra oat topping, and brown sugar sour cream (a family invention) to dip
all of these luscious desserts in.
All of this would be cooked up by my family and I. We would
use as many fresh ingredients as possible and everyone would bring something
for the large group, potluck style. Everyone would be laughing with each other,
even the dead grandparents from either side of the family. I would get to spend a little
time one on one with everyone there, maybe a little extra time with some of my
favourite relatives and my immediate family. When conversation came to a
natural standstill we would all strip down to our bathing suits and go for an
early evening swim. We would end the night by watching the sunset go down and
having some freshly made gooey milk chocolate smores over our campfire.
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