My daughter had mononucleosis the last two weeks of the school year. This certainly caused a lot of stress in our home. I spent quite a lot of time on the phone with teachers and counselors trying to get extensions, exceptions and retakes arranged. As a result, I was given the unique task of videotaping my daughter’s culinary I final. You may think, “How fun!”, but it was harder than I thought it would be.
I have taught both my daughters to cook, but not in a formal, culinary, way. It was always, watching me cook, or making some “family” recipe or something special. I have never approached teaching my daughters to cook from an instructor perspective, but now I was being asked to watch another teachers work. It was eye opening to say the least.
I do not want to admonish the teacher, at all. I have never taught 40 kids at one time. Nor do I ever want to. I spent the hour of videotaping, biting my tongue. I wanted to rescue her from mistakes. I held my breath, terrified that she would cut her finger off, as she moved the knife towards her, rather than away. Did she wash her hands as often as she should have? Did she change cutting boards? Is that dice bite sized? It was daunting!
By the end of this week, she had received her grade and ended the year with an B in the class (good thing!) and a high B on the final. It just goes to show that, as parents, we are much harder on our kids. I am proud of the work my daughter did.
The recipe she cooked was for Bengali Chicken Curry with Rice. This project was originally assigned as a group project. Since my daughter wasn’t in class, the recipe was written without her. When I tasted the recipe, I thought it was good, but could use a little refinement. The photo is of the original recipe, then I offer my changes. Happy cooking and remember to practice your knife skills!