I recently took a cooking course at our local college. It was an amazing experience, and one that is owed to my chef friend. Here’s a little, tiny backstory: My chef friend busted his ass every day. He was an incredible chef. I’m sure he still is, and he was one of the reasons why I started this culinary “journey”. Not only him, but gosh, do I love food!
When I first started looking into cooking classes, though, Chef and I were in the deep end of a humongo (there’s that word again, explanation here) falling out. No one’s fault but my own, and I feel so lucky to have had the opportunity to learn from such an amazing chef. That’s basically the gist of the little tiny backstory, but I sent him the message below after not speaking/texting for literally months.
Me: Hey, do you want to get together and cut chicken?
Chef Friend: Hi, cut chicken?
Me: I’m taking this cooking class, and we had to cut a whole chicken last night (you know, bones and all), and I suck at it. I thought maybe you could help.
Chef Friend: Aw, do you want to cut chicken with me?
Side note: The above line should be read in a voice that’s as sweet as butter (butterfinger to be exact) because he always (or almost always) used his kind voice with me.
Me: Well, no, but maybe. I mean, I could use some help. The person who I was cutting next to was picking on me and said, “You do know it’s already dead?” And I said, “It’s slimy.” And he said, “Think of it as play-dough.” And I said (trying not to be rude), “What kind of slimy-ass play-dough do you use?”
Another side note: I often send text messages that read like a book, a kid’s book, one of those nonsensical type Dr. Seuss books. Did I just mention Seuss again?
Chef Friend: I can share some tips.
Update: Although he did offer to cut chicken with me once, we never did, and I still suck at it.
This would be a super unique idea for a date, as long as you don’t forget the gloves, because ew, chicken!
p.s. Of course, this wouldn’t have been a date for me, because he was just my friend, and even though we’re in silent mode presently, he’ll always be one of my favorite chefs, beating out Carmen Berzatto by an itsy, bitsy, teeny, weeny, yellow … (you get my drift, hopefully).
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