Saturday, March 10, 2012

Chicken and fries

 


       What's better than a dinner that include fries? And no, I'm not talking about your good ole burger and fries deal. I'm talking about homemade french fries. Yes, there is such a thing. Home made fries with some chicken in garlic/tomato sauce on top. It's just so. Sinfully. Good.  I would just like to include a small but kind side note at this juncture and excuse the quality of the pictures for this post. They basically suck balls.  I don't know why but the camera gods were just not cooperating with me today and no matter what setting and angle I took the pictures in, they were just not coming out as they should. Plus the food was gonna get cold so I said fuck it and just started grubbin'.  So yeah, sorry for the not so great quality pics but I assure you, it was delicious. :D

      So the chicken:

    Our poultry today was actually rooster, the neighbors rooster in fact given to us as a gift (RIP Cockadoodle). Does it taste better than the nasty crap-fed, cage-living chickens they sell at the stores? You best your sweet beak it does BUT...keep in mind that true free range poultry will be a tad tougher so they'll need a little longer to cook but even when their meat is falling off the bone, they will be just a little chewier and gamier but a whole lot tastier. I realize most people don't have a neighbor that has chicken running around but you can request a free range chicken from your local butcher if you can. Bottom line, just know where your bird is coming from as much as you can.

    So, cut your bird into your desired pieces, season it well, generously pour some extra virgin olive oil in a pot and place your pieces in the oil once it's well heated. Cook on both sides until it's a nice golden color.  Add your garlic. Lot's of it. Seriously. I think I literally used about a head and a half of garlic for this rooster. Mince, slice, chop, do whatever you want.. You can put it in a blender at the end (like I did) and just blend it all together anyway.  So, once you add your garlic, let it cook in the oil for no more than about a minute and then add your grated, fresh tomatoes (I used about 3-4 medium sized tomatoes for this). You can also add onions to this but this time around I decided to keep it even more simpler and just go with the garlic. Season, add a few bay leafs and about 2 sticks of cinnamon (or about a teaspoon of ground). That's it. Let it come to a boil and once it done, reduce the heat and leave it alone for about an hour and a half to two. Check and stir occasionally and make sure the sauce is always at a low simmer. Once the meat can easily be detached from the bones, you're ready. Now, like I said before, I went ahead and took the sauce (omitted the bay leaf of course) and passed it through the blender briefly so the garlic, oil and tomato can really come together and it becomes one smooth uniform sauce. Definitely not necessary but what can I say....I got into restaurant mode for a second there...

    Now the french fries.


Ah, the fries. OK, let me just start off by saying that if you're gonna bust out with any of that crappy frozen pre-cooked McCain fries bull, don't even bother. If you're gonna use store bought frozen fries for this lovely meal, you are doing yourself a huge disservice.  This sauce is GREAT with any type of pasta, rice, mashed potatoes...you name it so if you're thinking of using pre cooked potatoes for this, I highly recommend you rethink you starch option all together. Home made fries are so easy that there really isn't any excuse to not make them.  All you do is peel, cut, salt and fry. You can use a pan or even a pot to avoid any oily mess, fill it up with some frying oil (we actually use olive oil but since it is a pricey oil, this is about the only time I personally condone using any other kind of oil for cooking....but that's just silly old me.) Turn your pan on and let the oil get nice and hot. Once it's hot (test it with a fry. Drop one in and if it starts to sizzle and bubble immediately, you're good to go). drop your fries in. The only pointer I can give is to NOT overcrowd your pan with fries because it will bring the temperature of the oil down causing your potatoes to steam in oil instead of fry. Also, once you drop them in, spread them around the pan and then leave. Them. Alone. Don't start poking and trying to turns your potatoes too early cause they will break. Don't freak out if they momentarily stick to the bottom of the pan. They will unstick once they cook. Once they start to become a nice golden color, turn them. All you're trying to do is making sure that the cook evenly on each side. Your heat is important. You don't want your fries to get color too fast without them being cooked thoroughly inside. You want your oil on a steady medium to high heat. If your oil is smoking up, then lower your heat.

    Alright so now you're done! Once your fries are done place them in a bowl with some kitchen towels so they can absorb any excess oil and you're ready to go to town. I personally love putting the sauce all over the fries as well as the chicken and sprinkling some parmezan or pecorino romano cheese over it all.

    Soooo good and garlicky. Again, sorry for the craptastic pics....but the taste made up for it!

 

         

   

Friday, March 9, 2012

Fun with Zuuchini

       OK the title might be a little misleading...I'm not about to show you how to make swans and juggling monkeys out of zucchini shavings or anything....but I DID make two meals out of this oh so deelish veggie today. :D

Go me.
 
 Now, zucchini doesn't really have much of a taste. It pretty much tastes like water since there is so much of it in the vegetable but I still love it. I've always loved zucchini...maybe it's a Greek thing. We love to slice this bastard and fry it up in some olive oil. We love to steam it and drown it in oil and lemon juice. And we love to do this next dish to it as well. It's basically zucchini cooked in tomatoes and I personally like to jazz it up with some mushrooms and red peppers as well.

   It's simple dimple. You heat up a generous amount of extra virgin olive oil in a pot and sautee some diced onions (garlic can also be added as well). Once those have a nice color on them, add your mushrooms of choice. Let the water evaporate from those suckers before you add the rest of the ingredients. Once the majority of your mushroom water has evaporated, add you zucchini, red peppers and fresh tomatoes (grated), some chopped up parsley and a few dried crushed chilies if you like some heat. Also, another great addition to this would be some diced up potatoes. Try and have the size of your zucchini and potatoes be the same so they can cook at the same time.  Salt and pepper and bring to a boil.


Love me some olive oil
       Once the liquid in the pot has started to boil, reduce your heat to a simmer and let it cook. It is important to avoid stirring as much as possible while this is cooking, especially towards the end. Zucchini is a pretty delicate veggie and can break apart easily so best thing to do is grab the handles of your pot and gently swirl it's contents. Your zucchini is ready when all the veggies are cooked and all the water from the water has evaporated. There is never a need to add water or any liquid whenever you're cooking veggies like zucchini because there is so much water contained in them that a lot of it is released in the cooking process which aids in cooking it as it evaporates.  Now if the veggies are done but there is still a bit of water, you can turn up the heat to high and have the water evaporate out faster but be careful when doing this. If you need to do this, keep an eye on your veggies so they don't end up being scorched  on the bottom and also you don't want to do this for too long because your veggies will end up being overcooked and mushy.  So yeah, it was delicious and healthy and you can enjoy it as is with some feta cheese crumbled on top and some fresh bread for dipping or it can make a perfect side dish to any type of meat or fish you are preparing (stew meat goes great with this as well).


   We had some left over and for a snack, I just heated up some flour tortillas, added some feta and some mashed up zucchini and called it a noche. Simple, fast, easy and yummy.


Definitely not reinventing the wheel here but simple (not to mention healthy) home cooked is just the best. Get creative, add whatever else you desire to this. Go crazy and ENJOY!!




Monday, March 5, 2012

Attack of the delicious Giant beans...



 This dish, my friends, is one of my most favorite Greek dishes. Evar. I simply love the flavor of the baked beans, "Gigantes" as they are called in Greece, (which translated to Giants because of their large size. Why thank you, Captain Obvious). Now I think every household in Greece will probably give you a somewhat altered recipe for this meal but I honestly don't think there is a standard recipe for it. And if there is, well screw recipes anyway...;-)

   Gigantes are basically beans cooked to perfection along with a variety of vegetables of choice (you don't even have to use these specific beans if you think about it...). I've had many Gigandes but my father's are by far my most favorite. The process and ingredients in making this are so straightforward and simple and the outcome is so flavorful...what's not to love!? (well, you might not love beans...in that case...don't even bother...). Now, this is a vegetarian meal. I eat meat but I definitely don't need to have it in EVERY meal because of reasons like the ones shown below. It's just not needed. HOWEVER, I must say that an even better version of these Gigantes is to add some good quality smoked sausage (spicy, if you're up for it) in this mix. It's also a perfect side dish to any roast or pork ribs...think of it as a healthier-but-tastier version of traditional baked beans (without the ton of added sugar and corn syrup).Well, that last bit only applies to Americans. They know what I'm talking about (holler.)

     So, like all beans, soak them over night in some water. The next day, place them in a pot and fill the pot with water until they are covered plus a few more fingers worth and place them to medium high head and let them simmer. Make sure to salt them and add a bay leaf or two. Once they are about 3/4 of the way done. take them off the heat. In the meantime, cut up your veggies in medium sized, uniform pieces. You can use a range of different veggies, what we personally like to use are red peppers, parsnips (yes parsnips, their flavor is divine), onions, tomatoes (fresh tomatoes. pulped...none of that canned business), carrots, celery (leaves and stems), and parsley. Oh, and if you can stand some heat, some crushed dried red chilies. A bit of spiciness makes this dish that much tastier.  Place them in a pan, salt and pepper and drizzle with olive oil (and when I saw drizzle...I really mean generously pour). It should look something like this:


  Now, take your beans and add them to this lovely vegetable party. After you add all your beans, add some of the liquid you cooked your beans in. Now you could use water in this step but why the hell would you use something tasteless when you can use the actual liquid that the main ingredient of the meal was partially cooked in? Right? Right. If you have some vegetable stock laying around you could most certainly use a little bit of that as well. Add liquid until it is a little over half way filled. Now it should look something like this:

We ladled some liquid out. .

   Now, pop this in a preheated oven of about 175C/350F. It'll probably take about an hour to and hour and a half to finish cooking. No need to rush it, make sure to check from time to time on the status of the liquid (if you see the beans are looking a bit dry, you can add some liquid to moisten them back up).  This dish is ready when the beans and the vegetables are nice and soft and it's sauce is thick.

     I also want to add a little side note: this exact meal can also be made into a soup. A soup that we call "Fasolada" in Greece. Same ingredients can be used except that instead of put them in the oven, you basically add all the vegetables in the pot with the nearly cooked beans and let it all simmer. You'll just have to add a little bit more liquid to maintain a soup consistency but it is a fantastic meal for a rainy day.:D
       
Now, the only thing left to do is to devour this bitch. :)
ENJOY!!! 
Nom


Nom

NOM



Saturday, March 3, 2012

Chickeny-Eggy-Lemony Soup



      I swear, there is nothing better than having this soup on a rainy day. If you like tangy soups, you'll love this. Every time I eat it, it takes me back to my childhood years and I think of the countless times I would come home from school on a rainy day and my grandma would have this soup ready for me. Till this day it is my most favorite soup. :) Here in Greece, we call it Avgolemono which literally translates to Egglemon and it's so easy to make, it's not even funny. I'm not even gonna bother with an actual recipe. It's literally chicken, chicken stock, carrots, rice, eggs and lemon.
  
Stock
   Make a nice, rich homemade chicken stock. Cook your chicken breast in it with some carrots and a bay lead or two. When done, take out and shred. Meanwhile, add the rice in the stock and simmer. Remember, the amount of rice you put in will soak up about double the amount in liquid so careful not to add too much rice where you'll end up with just rice and no soup! Having said that, you can make this soup as thick as you want, it will all depend on how much rice you put in (and don't forget the eggs you will add will thicken the soup up some as well). Once your rice is cooked, add your chicken back in. In a bowl beat an egg or two (or 3 or 10...depending on how much soup you're making :-p) and add a generous amount of lemon juice in it. Now, the only challenging thing to this soup is the next one. TEMPER your eggs with some warm soup. If you just dump the egg/lemon juice mix straight into the soup, you'll literally have scrambled eggs in it...and that's not sexy.
      
      So, while beating your eggs, add a little amount of soup at a time until you temperature of your
 eggs is the same as the soup's. Now, you can pour the egg mix into the rest of the soup. You're done!! Another great thing to add at this point is some chopped up dill. I'm a sucker for it but this time around, we didn't have any so we just had to do without. It's a great addition to this soup however, gives it a fantastic aroma and enhanced the flavor that much more so I highly recommend it. Just a word of caution: if you plan on eating this another day, be careful when heating it up. Heat the soup up on low heat and never let it get to a boil because your soup will break and like i said before...not sexy.                                                               


ENJOY :)

      

   




Wednesday, February 29, 2012

The exotic treat that is... Baklava


     


  I gotta admit, I was never a huge fan of Baklava (was being the key word here). I mean don't get me wrong, there are some amazing pastry shops in Greece that make a mean Baklava but when it came to desserts, I don't think I ever told myself "Hey, you know what I REALLY want right now? Some damn baklava". Yeah, no...that sentence was usually applied to cheesecake. MMmmmm, cheesecake.....


   Ok back to the topic at hand here! The history of baklava is a somewhat foggy one. Some say it's Greek, some say it's Turkish, some say it's Persian....who the hell really knows? What we do know for sure is that it's a popular dessert in many countries in much of central and southwest Asia as well as Greece and although its recipes changes from region to region, it is usually some variation of chopped nuts, filo dough, spices and syrup or honey.  Besides, screw it's history- what's important is that its here, it's easy to make and it's *SO* worth making it at home instead of buying it.


   What's so great about it is that it's one of those desserts that don't need exact measurements. There's no baking powders or sodas to deal with so it's very forgiving in the measurements department. I had never made baklava before from scratch and so my father decided to show me some moons ago. In a nutshell you literally line a pan with filo dough and butter and sprinkle a little of the nut mixture after each filo sheet.


   More specifically, you start out with about a pack of butter and you clarify it. Clarifying butter is easy, you get a pot and fill it about 1/4 of the way with water, set it to simmer. Then get a bowl that will rest comfortably on the top of the pot and put the butter in it. The heat from the simmering water will melt the butter. Make sure to not disturb the bowl, let the butter melt completely. In the process, you will see the water solids sinking to the bottom of the bowl. Once all the butter is melted, carefully take the bowl and slowly pour out the now clarified butter. Be careful not to incorporate any water solids into the new container where you are pouring your butter in. It is important that the filo is brushed with pure butter in order for it to become nice and crispy while baking.
   
Take your choice of nuts and ground them up well. Which nuts you want to use...well it's all about personal preference in this department. Some use almonds, some use walnuts, some use pistachios...some use a mixture of 2 or all 3! We used almonds because it's what we had at that moment. So, ground them up and mix in some cinnamon, nutmeg and sugar.

       Note that you can make your simple syrup ahead of time. It's best for the syrup to be cold when your baklava is ready and hot from the oven. It's a 2:1 sugar to water ratio and for a medium sized pan you'll probably need about 4 cups sugar to 2 cups water. Put you sugar water mix on medium high heat. You can also get a bit creative and add a piece or two of clove, a cinnamon stick and/or some lemon or orange zest ( and just a bit of lemon juice, helps prevent crystallization of the sugar). Let it simmer until its a light syrup consistency. You don't want it too thick because it'll be hard for the syrup to reach every little nook and cranny of the baklava. Once it's ready, set it aside and let it cool.
  
    Now the fun starts! Take the pan you have chosen to use and butter it generously with a pastry brush. Then start layering the filo dough in it, making sure to butter every single filo layer before adding the next one. Add a good 6-7 sheets of filo dough before you start spreading the nut mixture, you want a nice firm base for your pastry. Once you have those sheets in the pan and buttered, start lightly dispersing the nut mix between each filo layers, literally just enough to cover the filo. It might look like a small amount but trust me, it adds up when adding the mix on top of each filo layer. 


    Filo, butter, nuts, filo, butter nuts....and so it goes. Make sure, again that the last 6 or so layers of filo are just butter and filo. Now, with baklava, you MUST cut this pastry into pieces before putting it in the oven. If you attempt to cut it after it is baked, you will end up with a shattered mess. The baklava needs to me ready cut so when its ready from the oven, you can immediately pour the syrup in it. Now cutting the baklava beforehand is easy as long as you follow this one easy step. Once you're done layering and you baklava is ready, place it in the fridge for a good 10 minutes or so. This will harden the butter and chill the filo dough making it a whole lot easier to cut than if you tried cutting it at room temperature.  


   Once you've cut your baklava into the desirable pieces, place it in a preheated 175C/350F, no fan. You don't want too high of a heat for this because you don't want the top and round of the dessert to get too dark before the inside does. Your baklava will be baking for about an hour and a half but make sure to keep an eye on it after about 45-50 minutes. If at any point you notice the top getting golden brown before the inside is cooked, just cover it with some aluminum foil and continue to bake. Once your baklava is ready, take it out of the oven and let it rest for about 5 minutes and then proceed to adding the cooled syrup.  Evenly pour all over the pastry in a few doses. Once you're finished, let the baklava sit, I suggest you devour it the next day, if you can wait that long. These desserts are always best when they have cooled off completely and all the ingredients have had their time to really enhance each other.  \\






                                 Good luck and ENJOY!







Saturday, October 22, 2011

This one is for the cooks.

               
        There should be a support group for us cooks because we're all out of our damn minds. That's right, I said it. We're sick. We're bat shit crazy for choosing this profession and we're even sicker for continuing to do it. Think about it.

      We're masochists. We slave away in a hot ass kitchen day in and day out, work and operate heavy kitchen equipment, are always in danger of getting burned and/or cut and usual work under Chefs that should be locked away in a insane asylum. We work under constant pressure, can sometimes work up to 15 hour shifts (with no over time pay in most cases) and not only feel some weird sense of pride about it but wake up the very next day and do it all over again. Outsiders probably don't realize the great deal of organization and preparation involved so you're not scattering around at the last minute. It's an extremely emotional environment where you're up one minute and down another. It's a fucking never ending roller coaster yet I never seem to wants to get off. We fuck up our backs, our feet, our hands and if you think about it, in the end , our job is to merely feed people. All of the chaos, havoc and running around like an asshole just to prepare some god.damn.FOOD! We're not cops or firefighters here...we're cooks!


We're not saving lives...we're just stuffing faces!

      This is how it, usually, goes down on a given shift, in my personal experience. While working this said seemingly endless shift, there might be a moment where I reach a point where for a split second,  I simply hate my life and wonder what possessed me to ever get into this line of work to begin with. Why? Because we're running around like idiots probably since we're simply too few of a crew, the god damn micros machine is spewing out orders faster than we can place them on the board, I just burned myself cause I'm never fucking careful, , 3 steaks just got returned because even though they ordered them medium- "they actually meant well done", we've prepped for 50 covers and we're ending up doing 150,  we missed a plate on an order that's ready to go out and it just so happens to be a time intensive dish (lucky us), the hostesses must hate us cause they just sat 30 people within a 10 minute time span, that moron of a server just rang in an item that we 86'd a GOD DAMN HOUR AGO (!!!) so now one of us has to waste our  time to track that server down and after we curse him out (we love this part really...) tell him to get another order from the guest or so help him God, we just ran out of cheesecakes while we have 3 more on the board.... *sign*  I could go on and on. It could be any or every one of those scenarios in a given night. Of course there are the nights where nothing goes wrong but the orders...just...won't...stop.

  So why the hell do I do it? Why the hell do any of us do it? Why do we continue to willingly abuse our mental and physical health? I'll tell you why. Cause this all comes with the territory. You want to become a big time Chef? Well you better shut up and work your ass off for a long time coming till you get to the point where you're the one calling the shots.

     It takes a special kind of person to work in a kitchen. And when I mean special I mean some-kind-of-insane special. We become accustomed to this madness sooner or later and for the ones that don't...well they just change professions. It's literally a survival of the fittest in this culinary jungle. Because for the cooks who do this gig and stick around, they're simply there because they love what they do. It's not "just food". It's a passion. A challenge. It's a way of life. That's the thing...this isn't just a job, it's a lifestyle. A hard yet addictive one. It's a game of endurance, speed, skill and a whole lot of sense of humor. You're married to this bitch whether you like it or not.

        It's for the teamwork. That undeniable chemistry that if you're lucky enough to have and work with such people, you've hit the fucking jackpot cause there's nothing more important in a kitchen than teamwork.. Those people become your friends, your family. For those nights that even though it feels like you're feeding half the world out there, you and your co-workers are unstoppable.

   It's the excitement of always learning something new whether its a type of cuisine or a new technique. It's for the thrill of the craft.Creativity fused with skill. Talent mixed with knowledge. It's for the simple pleasure of knowing you survived another ass beating or even better... when you know you didn't just survive it...but you rocked it. It's for the simple "Thank you" that you might hear; from your Chef, a guest or the Stewart you fed cause he simply didn't have time to eat today and was one moment away from passing out. It's that great feeling of freedom where you can mouth off any obscenity known to mankind and no one will look at you the wrong way...if anything they will just join in. It's for that much, much needed beer (or 10) you and the rest of the gang will drink once the shift is over...(while you're recapping the night.and laughing your ass about it).

    I didn't choose this profession. It chose me. And for some odd reason that fact that I am a female and therefore a minority in this field makes it all the more addictive. I have a love hate relationship with the kitchen  I'm not afraid to admit it. It's like having a kid. Of course you love it unconditionally and couldn't imagine your life without it but sometimes... you just wanna choke the little bastard. At the end of the day, all the momentary doubt,anger and frustration always seem to disappear as fast is it appeared and I find myself thinking that there is nothing else I would rather be doing.


Thursday, October 13, 2011

A Chick's Guide to Kitchen Life


    This is the article I wrote for Serendipity Magazine, a great online magazine that covers every and any creative subject, back in June. I wrote it in a way more toned down fashion than I normally would but I had to keep it magazine-reader friendly.  :-) Enjoy!
  

  “Women line cooks, however rare they might be in the testosterone-heavy, male-dominated world of restaurant kitchens, are a particular delight.  To have a tough-as-nails, foul-mouthed, trash-talking female line cook on your team can be a true joy-and a civilizing factor in a unit where conversation tends to center around who’s got the bigger balls and who takes it in the ass.”


Anthony Bourdain, 

Kitchen Confidential: Adventures in the Culinary Underbelly 


    For many years, the professional kitchen was considered to be a Boys-Only club, which is funny to me since women have always been stereotyped to “belong in the kitchen”. So why are the roles suddenly switched when the kitchen becomes a professional one?
  
    While I have a few theories on this, none of which I could elaborate in true “politically correct” fashion, the best answer I could find is this: "Because high cuisine is an antiquated hierarchy built upon rules written by stupid, old men. Rules designed to make it impossible for women to enter this world, but still I'm here."  There’s a lot of truth behind this quote and funnily enough, it comes from the character Colette from Disney Pixar’s Ratatouille, a fantastic animated film that showcases, among other things, the life in a kitchen. Staying close to reality, Colette was the only female in the said kitchen. On a brighter note, I am happy to report that the tides are turning and things are slowly yet surely shifting to a more gender balanced environment.
    
     My overall experience as a female in this sausage-fest of an industry has been a positive one.  My goal in this article is to give you a small and initial taste of the culinary world from a female standpoint. While writing this, I decided to also include thoughts and words of personal friends of mine, both men and women, who are in this field and who wanted to share their views concerning this subject.   
    
     My first ever kitchen job was at my father’s restaurant and this is where I received the first and most important crash course on kitchen life. My father was of the “tough-love” generation and the kitchen was no exception. There was no special treatment.  I learn fast and hard. I’m thankful for that because the days I worked with my father prepared and shaped me for what lay ahead. I grew a thick skin where no amount of yelling and pressure could break me down, my father did enough of that to last me a lifetime! Not that I’m unbreakable or anything. I most definitely have my days and moments.
    
   After finishing culinary school in Las Vegas, I went on to work in a variety of upscale steakhouses on the Strip. Higher-end cuisines requires a certain level of skill and excellence, the stakes are higher and so are the expectations. Some Chefs might test you just to see how much you can handle. They’ll push you to your limits and it’s important that you can show them you can indeed take the heat (ha!). A tough exterior is needed in order to survive this world. If it’s important for the men, it’s absolutely vital for the women.
    
    We tend to be more emotional beings than our male counterparts and that more often than not serves as a disadvantage for us in a kitchen. It’s a stressful, demanding and high pace environment. You might even get lucky enough to have a Chef who foams at the mouth and becomes a stark raving lunatic in the middle of the dinner rush where everything seems to be going wrong. This all comes with the territory and folding under pressure and breaking down into tears is the absolutely worst thing you can do (for yourself and for the situation you are in). Save it for when you get home.
With Liz and Regie at work. <3
   
      Sometimes, Chefs tend to be a little bit more lenient with women which I personally find counterproductive. Showing special treatment to the female population in a kitchen defeats the goal of an equal and fair kitchen regardless of sex. My last chef I worked for, Executive Chef Mark LoRusso at Botero Steak at the Encore Casino in Las Vegas admits just that, “I tend to be a little softer on the women which I shouldn’t " he says. I personally found his kitchen a very positive environment to work in, where he gave us the opportunity to grow and learn as long as we wanted to. When asked what his best advice would be to a female who’s starting out in the kitchen he states “There is always going to be some men in the kitchen who are jerks and don’t like to listen to women. You need to always hold your ground and develop a thick skin. Also, don’t sleep with any one in the restaurant. Respect is lost or favoritism happens”.

      Another obstacle women seem to face is the preconceived notion about which working stations are “most suitable” for women. Pastry (as well as garde manger/cold station) is usually number one on the list, something which Chef Mark also admits, “When a female applies I automatically think they are applying for a pastry position”. The notion that pastry is a somewhat easier station has always puzzled me. From my personal observation, it’s the most complex and unforgiving station in a kitchen. Pastry is a whole other universe compared to the savory kitchen. It demands careful calculations and most of all, patience and precise skills. Most desserts require preparation of a few days in advance which calls for careful planning and allows very little room for error. Sure, they don’t cater to every table that walks through the door on a given shift but they do have to wait till the very last table eats and decides if they want dessert or not before they can start closing up shop. It’s a guarantee that pastry is always the last station to leave a kitchen at the end of the night.
    
     As my very good friend Elizabeth Shed who works pastry at Botero steak shares with me, “The comments on how girls are usually in Pastry doesn't bother me, but I do feel some pressure to work harder and show more of my talent than probably some line cooks might because the chefs aren't usually in pastry to see what goes on. I get frustrated when our chefs don't understand how much patience and time pastry takes and the preciseness alone would make most people run away.” When I asked her what she believes the overall obstacles women might face in this environment are, she said “ I think the challenges for most women is the ability to overcome the stereotypes that women don't belong or that we can't work as hard. Some days i feel like women are behind before we even step foot into the kitchen. I do believe if you work in a kitchen, there is no room for tears. Some women just aren't made for the trials and tribulations of a kitchen and that is fine because than there is just more jobs for girls like me.”
      
     Maybe it was luck or just pure self confidence but I was personally never faced with this type of stereotyping regarding what stations I was placed in. I had started out in the cold station in only 2 past restaurants, one in which I was moved to sauté (which is considered to the most challenging station in a kitchen) within a month’s time. I’ve never had a Chef deny me the opportunity to venture out of my own station and learn another one. Most Chefs’ I’ve worked for encouraged that, regardless of gender. As long as I showed interest in advancing, I was given that opportunity. Just like with anything in life, you need to have the right attitude and mindset in order to succeed. Letting negativity get the best of you is a sure way to fail (which holds true for everything in life really.)

      Another issue that only women could face in a kitchen simply because of the laws of nature is pregnancy. You’re working in a very fast paced environment and not very baby bump friendly. What then?
    
    This is the story of Rose Eames. Rose and I worked together at Michael Mina’s Stripsteak back in Vegas and I always reminisce our days of working together behind the line. We were a great team since we both were of the “same breed”. She eventually became pregnant and worked until her 6th month of pregnancy. I remember the working environment putting a strain on her as she went farther along. All the different smells and aromas made it hard for her to keep her lunch down almost on a daily basis. The 8 hour shifts constantly on foot and the small station we worked in made it a difficult, and some times even dangerous, environment for her to work in, “I used to go out and hide in the dry storage to just sit for five minutes. One of the sous chefs used to cover for me”.  
  
     Despite her uncomfortable physical condition, she never complained.  She knew her limits and would be careful not to lift or move something that would endanger her child but apart from that, she would come in and do her job and do it well (not to mention that her pregnancy was coupled with gallbladder disease). In the beginning, she was promised by management a day shift which consisted of prep work (a lighter load to carry compared to the intense food service night shift) but somehow, that plan never went into action. Instead, she was given the same night shift she always had except with a small change in the hours but that was as much accommodation as management had done for her. It was all swept under the rug as if that conversation had never existed. She figured it was more energy that she would like to waste to fight it and fact was she knew she could handle it. She never used her pregnancy as an excuse to shy away from responsibilities she knew she could do) and although the night shift was a tougher gig than a day shift would have been, she never missed a beat. It was amazing to watch her work in her physically condition (especially in the later months).
    
    As I mentioned earlier, her experience with management during her pregnancy was a rocky one, “every chef with the exception of one treated me like a disease inflicted on the kitchen” and added on to say " I found it amazing that when one cook got too fat to fit on a station they moved him to a bigger one, but when I got too pregnant, they told me to quit whining.”.  Luckily, the rest of the kitchen staff was very considerate "All and i mean all the line cooks were kind and generous with my feelings and ever growing belly. They helped me without question and lifted heavy objects for me. They never complained when they couldn’t squeeze around me anymore”.
      
    The culinary world is a tough one. It constant demands and pressure can take a toll on you physically, mentally and emotionally. Working in a professional kitchen is hard. Being a female and working in a professional kitchen is even harder. This, however, should never be something that discourages you. I’ve learned to use it as fuel to showcase what I know and can do.
    
    I’m no fool, I know this world is still very much a man’s world but if you go in there prepared for it, you can and will survive (and even conquer). It goes without saying that certain feminine sacrifices will be made. If you want in, you can forget about pretty hands and nails (your nails will break, not to mention it’s unsanitary to have them long and with nail polish on), don’t even think about showing up with a full face of make up (it’ll just melt right off with the first sign of perspiration and then,  you’ll just look like a clown) and Aunt Flo’s monthly visit is not an excuse for calling off (although it serves as a great conversation starter solely for the priceless reaction from your male co-workers!) Expect explicit language (at times sexual) being thrown around ever so generously. I won’t sugar coat it for you, if you’re the type that gets offended easily, this environment is not for you. As a female though, you always need to stand your ground. Sexual or any other kind of harassment should never be condoned. Unless you’re working with completely slime balls, the boys will never cross any line you have created and if they do, immediate action should most definitely be taken by you. There should always be a foundation of respect and communication underneath all the joking and talk, from both sides.
   
   I have many male co-workers whom I’ve developed great friendships with over the years and who think women have added a special touch to this world. As my good friend Reginald Nebab puts it, “I believe that for years now, women have definitely been showing their impact and gaining respect in the culinary world. I've worked and learned a lot from some really talented female chefs and it just proves that women can do just as great if not better than men in a professional kitchen.”
      In the end, if there’s anyone holding women back from advancing in the culinary world, its women themselves. We need to break free from whatever stereotypes still linger. Sure there are still some men of the old school mentality who might never accept women in this field but the overall winds are changing and have already changed. If the passion is there, we shouldn’t let a damn thing stop us. After all, the same rules apply for anyone and in any profession: Continue to learn, love your craft, respect it and do it well.