down with the breakfast nazi...

so block 3 – egg & breakfast cookery and basic baking & desserts – has come and gone. now it's time to go get that t-shirt printed saying, "I survived Block 3 and lived to tell about it!" i really shouldn't be calling my chef the Breakfast Nazi. he really wasn't that bad and definitely nowhere close to being Gordon Ramsay ;). he just wanted things... ermmm... done his way. and if it wasn't done his way, you were going to hear about it. the man was, at the very least, excitable. he'd jump to conclusions before you even had the chance to say anything or explain the situation. just from how he addressed the class, you would have thought that he hated us all. "don't do that please!" he would say or "seriously guys, please!" well, at least he was polite about it by saying please :P. but if you took a step back and looked at the big picture, the man was doing more than just teaching us about frying an egg or baking a cranberry & blueberry muffin. he was teaching us discipline, perfection and efficiency, three things that weren't overly stressed in the previous class – not even close. did this make for a stressful class? yes... it was mentally draining at times but you learned to just tune out the yelling and focus on your task at hand. oh... you also learned to not make mistakes. and if you did f*ck up, you didn't let him find out about it!

so all in all, i did enjoy the class, even though the chef reminded me of an episode of Seinfeld that featured a screaming, dictator-ish character called the Soup Nazi :P. actually, i'm rather glad he's the way he is because the class was getting a bit slack. it also weeded out the bad seed in the class. yes, we're now a 20 student class minus one.

in the long run, we'll probably all look back and appreciate the ass kicking that the chef gave us. to have him come up to me, pat me on the shoulder as i was walking out of the final class and say, "real good job," made my month. like the two sayings go... 'if you can't stand the heat, then stay out of the kitchen' and 'what doesn't kill me, can only make me stronger'. i survived so i'm an advocate... now to go print that t-shirt :).