Nailed It!!

April 21st was my cooking practical in class so we all walked into class, got recipes for a main course, and had to know how to cook the side dish that the professor placed with it. Each sheet of paper had a time that we had to serve. No later and no earlier. 

I got salmon cooked in paper with a side of brown rice pilaf. Served an hour an a half into class. Score.

I practice the brown rice pilaf recipe twice before and had the dish memorized. I made the steamed fish in paper in class with the halibut. I just had to do it over again with salmon. I was set. 

Everything was perfect. I got 12/12 all the way down the rubric. Perfect score. I was so happy with myself. I can't believe it did it. Felt incredible. 

I made one for the professor and there was one extra for me to take home. So I brought it home home. Tuesdays are the days my dad is home to make dinner so I still go home to eat with the family almost every week. 

Let's just say I'm glad my dad was not the chef in charge of grading me because he didn't think my dish was so perfect. We spend dinner with him lecturing me about the fundamentals of correctly cooking brown rice. Then he took one bite of my salmon, and told me how to make it better, aka how to make it more chinese. 

I know theres this whole running joke/meme about asian Tiger Moms and all that hilarious stuff that's kinda true, but apply that to my dad instead. This is why I'm so needy and weird. Thanks dad... I tried...