Stressed in a Barchow Cooking Class

A few Saturdays ago, I got confirmed to attend a cooking class sponsored by our company.  It was a barchow cooking class.  We had to cook seven dishes: buffalo wings, quesadillas, stuffed potatoes, and other finger food you serve in bars.

It was actually stressful even at the start when the chef was doing the demo of what to do.  Just watching him chop, peel, mash, fry, assemble, and plate the dishes made me tired.  And stressed.  Don’t get me wrong.  I can chop.  I can fry.  I can cook rice.  I’ve done it in all the times I was on assignment out of the country.  This cooking class was more than that though, because THIS entailed using and following, a RECIPE.  Lucky for me the actual cooking was done in groups.  Hehehe.  So I just helped out in the chopping, dredging, and deep frying.  I even had to flip a pan while frying the quesadillas. At the end of the class the groups enjoyed the dishes they prepared.  I’d have to say the dishes we made were good, based on fast the buffalo wings were decimated.

It was a tiring afternoon but fulfilling all the same.  If I was stressed then, I’d hate to see how I’d fare if I had been confirmed in the pasta cooking class or the Filipino native dishes cooking class I originally signed up for.  Now THAT would be stressful.  I haven’t really cooked any of the recipes I learned yet, since there’s no opportunity to.