Going from a short hallway to the kitchen of the complex

Going from a short hallway to the kitchen of the complex, located in the basement of the time when this antiquated building belonged to an apple orchard and not so recently has become a fine dining restaurant, with a smile, I was greeted by King Chef Ralph sand.

Through a squeaky voice said. "Hey, Sam Do the Watusi".

The chef looks like a squirrel bearded with a hat that looks like a grain of corn appeared in a puffy cloud.

While the chef is Beat the egg whites translucent snow peaks, main-demo walks in carrying a tan three-piece suit. He asks the chef. "What" s on the menu today? "


"Some chicken, some meat and some pork," the chef answers. He is short and round and wearing white pants and black. Then he repeated, "Some chicken, some meat, and a little pork" as he folded the egg white fluffy melted chocolate a little brighter. The coordinator smug dining out muttering.

"Maybe I should have mentioned fish," the chef with a chuckle.

As I'm biting green parsley confetti, international cuisine prepared by master tarragon, onion, dry white wine and vinegar in a sauce bearnaise. Potion is heated in an aluminum pot, which is added to an egg yolk-based creamy and butter.

When the mixture becomes beer, chef shuffles into the food processor to where I am popping open oysters with paring knife.

Standing next to me, he makes an aspiration of the mixture and plump wrinkles her nose. A look of concern crosses his face with rosy cheeks.

"Hey, Sam, smell this. Did smells good?"

I take a breath vapor content of the pot. Whoa! The spicy and tarragon vinegar hit my nose with a burning sensation, causing the eyes to water like a broken cistern. You could use this for smelling salts. It's amazing that something stinks becomes a sauce that abductions palate to life, to compliment a savory roast beef tenderloin.

Recovering from the nasal assault stale and wiping tears from my eyes, I see a squirrel with a chef's jacket double breasted and a chef's hat laughing.

"Hey, Sam, who smells good?" Her eyes crease crow's feet as he breaks into laughter.

Completion of Creamy Béarnaise whistles a tune 'Kinks shaking his head at the pace he antic schemes up his next victim. This is my mentor, culinary arts Chef Ralph a prankster teenagers thirties