TechnoBabe wanted to know if I have ever worked as a Chef.
I guess the answer to this is "almost".
In the summer when I turned 15, I worked in a restaurant that was owned by a friend of the family. Due to the nature of our town, it only opened in the summer when there were tourists around. I was the kitchen dogs-body, washing up, using the potato peeling machine, mopping the floors each morning, that sort of thing. It was hard work but I threw myself into it. The owner said that he wanted to take me on as an apprentice in the following summer and train me up. Unfortunately, things didn't work out that way and the restaurant did not re-open the next summer and I ended up going to college instead.
But I was ALMOST a chef. I guess that would be another Alternative Me!
But I love cooking and eating - we always try to make mealtimes a family affair, getting the kids together and talking about "stuff" - what has happened to us during the day, what is happening in the world at large, the latest thing we have seen on a blog or YouTube. I just love it.
My mom never really excelled as a cook - she did good, basic stuff but we never really had the money to go beyond that. It was only after I started to get some money of my own that I started experimenting with cooking - Ken Hom's first book became my bible and at one point we were eating so much Chinese food that Mrs RC and I forgot how to use a knife and fork! We went to dinner at a friend's house and spent several minutes fumbling with them until we got the hang of it again.
I only became Rock Chef when I had my mid-life crisis. Some get a sports car, some get a young girl friend, but I got a new electric guitar. Until then I had only owned bass guitars. I was so eager to get as much playing time in as possible that I played while cooking, having a small battery powered amp clipped to my belt. It was great fun.
OK, that is enough for now! I think I am emerging from the depths of my cold. Time to get lunch.