Chef Versus Chef: Five Kitchen Arguments
Patty Canedo is a chef in Palm Beach. She writes frequently about her kitchen exploits in this column, Half-Baked.
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|Chefs can get catty.|
Between my personal and professional culinary entourages, I've been party to and witnessed some unique disagreements -- on and off the clock. Hell's Kitchen? Iron Chef? Ha! Whateva! Here are some pretty entertaining Chef Versus Chef bouts.
Whipping It Out, Seeing Who's Bigger
Whether you're coming onto a new line or just sitting around with drinks, chefs will name -- or term-drop -- you, especially in mixed-gender company. (Like I said, ego-driven.) Hate it!
Savory Versus Sweet
During my stint as a pastry chef, I was out with my bf/grill cook for a postshift cocktail when a drunken stranger approached us:
"Hey, I'm Sarah. I'm a real chef," she said, giving me a snide look while taking a victory sip.
"Hi, I'm Patty. I'm a skilled chef." Victory sip came out her nose.
Where to Go Out to Eat?
Ugh! There are so many ways this argument can go, but my fave -- and most frustrating! -- is with my best friend. She won't go anywhere she thinks she can easily make the food.
"Pasta with noodles? I can make that at home," she says, bashing my love of Italian. I tend to retaliate by mocking her love of what I call "Barf''s Room."
Cooking Off the Clock?
This is a foreign concept to many of my coated friends, but I resist the urge to fall into the takeout, drive-through void.
"What are you doing?" Pef (my sous) was shouting into his phone over the noise over the line.
"About to sit for Sunday dinner," I said, holding the phone away from my ear.
"At home," I said, sitting at my table.
"Who's coming over?" He was still shouting.
"No one!" My plate was getting cold.
"What?" he asked. "Who's coming over?"
"NO ONE!" I yelled back.
"Huh? I don't understand?" he answered.
Click, I replied, too tired after a long week to make him grasp the concept. Poor kid was just looking to see if I wanted to go out for a drink.
What's for Dinner?
You might think that living with a chef means you eat. Ha! I've learned after having a couple of cooks as roommates and (inevitably) a chef husband, that they can't function in a kitchen without tickets in front of them.
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