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Behold all ye citizens!! Truth be told.., contrary to what impresion I might have told you in my past blogs, the world of chef’fing is not entirely and will never rule my heart’s universe.
Alora or well my amici, there are loads of reasons being in this business, but one i can tell you is that I went for the money, honestly I was thrilled with the opportunity and grabbed any chef job available there. (true reason for me for me still being glued here in Milan)
But let’’s first talk about these wanna-be cooks or chefs
which ever they preffered to be addressed.. Here are some true reasons or lies we‘ve been telling everyone about our great love for food and thinking somehow we could make food taste much tastier and better than grand mamas , I tell you…., my friends, we (chefs) have had so many fooled by the colourful and
beautifully assembled 2 feet tall of whatever chef’s special dish, food decorated magically with an abundant of garnishes of carved supposedly to be food deco’ and made you think to either just stare at your special order or rather to just eat it regretfully, where most likely it’ll make you sick anyway, so I (know better) strongly advice you not to swallow any of these hand prepared touched all over and over(re-used/re-cylced) garnishes prepared by timeless amount of our sweat wipe fingers , sculpturing and torturing dead animal flesh and chemically engineered vegetables some dipped in eatable rain-bowed artificial salted or sugared food coloring ..!! or, unless they are laser or robotic-ally cut (name me one eatery) .. there are safe to eat
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Hey guys.. ever seen or remember how your mummy used to (or still) cook in her own kitchen long long ago when you were still an annoying ,interrupting and non-stop full of ridiculous questioning kid? Yeah of course you do.., see how every time she dips the wooden paddle spoon into the pot or wok and steal a little taste between her still-in lip-sticked lips and then to re-stir the whatever ‘lauk’ again and taking another slurp on the paddle , only to stop adding cups of salt of
ajinomotos until she finally thought she’s come to decision that would hopefully satisfy to the taste of your food-fussy daddy and her non-vegetarian children! (just like me.. and still am.. sorry mother). Well.., we, chefs or any Kitchener’s would do the same thing either , only that we like using our nose-pricking index finger to take that final poke to lick-taste and to give our masterpiece dish that finale touch-up before serving your meals.. and it seems to me that people would
pay good money to eat like what i am about to reveal now. Particularly if they know that it was going to make their long well-planned romantic dinner date or partner so delightfully impressed. So.., have you ever wondered how we always keep the outer rim of the plate veery squeaky clean ’virginly’ unharmed by neither a droplet not stain of food? bah..! That’s because we had it wiped off lah with any nearest dirty table cloth our hands could grab on or at times we simply just brushed
it off using our blood stained , sneezed, coughed, sweated, shoe-wiped hand towel that was entrusted to every kitchener’s at the beginning of the the shift. (feeling disgusted already?) hahah! I guess that’s enough of some (never should’ve been told) confidential secrets of our domain!! I’ll be back for more next time.. stay tuned!
After coming back from a brief vacation in Venice.., I started my day like any normal day, by half past twelve the kitchen was humming like a well oiled machine. Pushing out intricate assemblies of haute cuisine in gusts of fire and steam ( work conditions described in previous chicken to kitchen blog) . My fellow cooks worked like demons, their fingers dancing gracefully over the ingredients in a blur of dicing and stripping and mixing. Despite the extreme pressure we under, and the urgency with which we worked, there was no yelling and swearing this time.
with the exception of the head chef Giancarlo(new hunky gay chef) , who called out the orders as the waiters brought them in, we rarely spoke(more to like avoiding a personal heart to heart consultation from him in storage room).
‘Pronto’ .., in Italy it is customary to answer the phone by snapping ‘ready’ (sedia) reasons which are now obscure.. when the big boss wants some private moment with you, its rarely good news, problem with fellow colleagues, minor feud, paycheque problem, holiday request. But in my case , he wants to give me an unexpectedly much taller hat, a promotion ! which I first turned down , on which I thought was and early April‘s fool joke. I hung up.
I run the hierarchy now.. and the next level in the hierarchy are as follows.. the sous chefs and the chef de partie. While the sous chef worked the pass, putting the food on to plates, saucing , garnishing and checking it, the chef de partie were each responsible for a different part of the kitchen. The saucier was responsible for meat, desserts. Underneath these were the lowest of the low.. the commis, who did whatever they were told by whoever told them to do
it.. It was a hierarchy as rigid and as immutable as a medieval society , in which everyone knew their place and knew , too that their continued existence in this place depended entirely on the patronage of the person directly above them.. and that’s me. haha.. I’ll torture them like how I was tortured before. So help them God.
I still remember(years ago) my head chef would come over to check us all that everything was proceeding exactly as it should. Occasionally he’d dipped his finger into one of my saucepans to taste what was in it.. He had never been known to show pain, even when the liquid was boiling, but
course my sauce is always far better tastier than my other fellow cooks, they still couldn’t figure out how i wheedled such strongly flavour, or how i made them in the limited time available. Well the secret is easy, some dash of th famous Malaysians secret ingredients,.. Ajinomoto lah!! (not used in Italian cooking) which is safely stashed inside my sleeve, to give that little extra mmmmpphh sedap oh!! they never figured it out until now.. sshhh!
Bah my kawans! I’ ve got a story here.. once upon a time, one fine winter morning (last January), off a little street in the via Garibaldi, there is a bar known to those who frequent simply as Pippo’s. My friends and I were standing at the bar, drinking coffee, arguing about amore and calcio, waiting for pastry chef Gabriele to arrive from the bakery(pasticeria), and generally passing time at Pippo’s before jumping on our bikes/vespas to go off to the various restaurants around the city
. (on some occasions I have been mistakenly thought to be as one of them(pilipin) which is hard for some not to believe) whoa? Haven’t they seen a Dusun before? Reason for why I still stroll around in my brightly Malaysian-tagged cap to avoid racial discrimination or jealousy by other thousands of foreign workers migrating here from south and central America, east Europe, India, Sri Lanka, and Bangladesh. So .. these two guys pulled out their chairs just next to this girl’s table, supposedly tying to get her attention lah konon.., rudely snapping their
fingers, they called for the bartender and asked for a that employed us.., I received a sharp nudge in the ribs from chef Giorgio, who nodded significantly towards the window. Coming down the street was a gorgeous girl. Sunglasses tucked up on top of her head of blond-ed hair which, together with her tight worn off jeans, homo sexual designer jacket, and the latest must get D&G purse , marked her out as a local Milanese. Trailing behind her was a no doubted two Filipinos guys amongst the 300 000 of them working here doing odd jobsmenu.. ‘me scusi, memo perfavore?’ (excuse me, memo please) It was early in the morning and it’s so uncommon to ask for a menu at any bar!! So they called again for a menu only louder this time. ‘memo per favore!!’ The bartender just ignored them sipping away his coffee with us but not pretending to hear.., by now, all attention was at these two, again they insisted but this time one walked over to the bar asking politely,
‘possiamo vedere il memo per favore?’ (can we see the memo please) and my friend, the bartender, replied in English.., I am sorry ! we do not have memo here,, but we do have menu if that’s what u want !! punya malunya itu Filipinos, after realizing their mistakes, they sat for awhile, hiding away red-faced from the staring girl, and soon disappeared .. .. well , memo or menu guys?
Ciao Karen, u wanted a simple pasta sauce recipe right? bah here’s for u and whoever who wants to try it..
Carbonara sauce . the true Italian way!!
Rempah Ribu.
1 telur ayam mentah, bawang puting dipotong dadu, smoked ham or bacon(halal?), daun basil. parmesan cheese,tomatoes cut cubed
Cara menyediakan.
Pada suatu hari, tuangkan sedikit minyak olive ke dalam ”pan’ dan gorengkan bawang jangan sampai hangus ok?, lepas itu buangkan daging ham or bacon yg sudah di sliced ke dalam pan dan kacau jgn sampai very crunchy!! padam kan api gas dan terus massukan pasta masak yang masih panas yang telah didihkah dlm air bergaram. so now kacau kan pasta didalam pan dan pecahkan 10 telur cicak itu dan tuangkan terus kedalam pan yg masih panas dan kacau sehingga nampak very creamy (jangan untill telur masak ok!). then masukkan juga parmesan(padano) cheese and garam and lada hitam and daun basil.
Beginilah cara carbonara pasta di makan di sini!! without cream!! cubalah.. semoga berjaya !!!
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May 17th, 2007 at 3:16 am
Harga tepung naik 15sen boz transportation cost naik. I think your roti kosong naik 30 sen to rm1.20. I go back for you this round. Anything to hantar ? must be 100gm below
May 17th, 2007 at 4:08 am
hey ricardo.. get me some frozen roti when u re back here.. that can do also..
May 17th, 2007 at 8:49 am
I had trouble with writing the date according to the american style, I was so used to writing it, day-month-year, and here, it’s -month-day-year. I would’ve expected you would realize that being there so long already! SO when is your next date to go balik kampung lah?
May 17th, 2007 at 9:28 am
Ohouuu.. so sad to hear you’re not able to come back this month. tia dapat la kita dating
joking heehee
May 17th, 2007 at 6:13 pm
haish..=(
next time kan… better write down the months instead of numbers…….
May 17th, 2007 at 9:46 pm
alalal…apala u ni aaron boleh2 salah tulis tu tarikh..next time u better write 12th May rather than 12.05…so sad ur not coming back pretty soon…
May 18th, 2007 at 3:13 am
uish!buli pecaya ka ni urang!mmmmm laaar baru mo bungkus unduk ngadau for you baa.u want ka i kirim pakai pos laaa.=P
May 18th, 2007 at 7:17 am
bah,since everybody soo sad u can’t make it to kk,i’m sure there’s a reason for this….u can wait for summer sales then get some things for ur princesses at home..shoes kah…belts kah(4 me)..perasan la me kan…my home is owes open for u and ricardo…
May 19th, 2007 at 4:10 pm
yiks. u want to go back 12-05-2007 but you wrote 05-12-07. So they think is 05 of December right?
aiyo. Better write 12 MAGGIO 2007. In Italy the write date month and year right?
Ur sisters are keciwa.
May 20th, 2007 at 5:26 pm
wat la u… looks like u wont b back for JK’s wedding s well huh?? dun worry… christmas is always merrier at home. afterall , it is a time of giving.. among other things
May 20th, 2007 at 10:36 pm
Eiseyyy, mau kasi surprise that…..
May 29th, 2007 at 12:45 pm
asalamualaikum!! alora!! eee. dove cominciare? well .. im still unable to sooth myself(untill now) after this ‘misinterpretation of my leave date’ by the office clerk!! was the clerk’s fault actually.. she wrote it that way!! bah.. hope i could be back during cousin JK weddin or if not xmas of if not .. never.. but who knows this time .. i got other reason to be back.. suprise!!! just wait and see.. eheh..
May 30th, 2007 at 10:45 pm
Tu lau kau..nex time sendili tulis itu date baru tidak salah! anyway, you aramai ti with red wine in italy saja la kan….kotobian tadau tagazo do kaamatan….hope to see you when you come home for hols…hopefully with an italian sumandak with you…hehehehe..dat would make your dad happy…kasih kalah si Junior…sampai skarang pun blum bawa pulang calon bini..kesian your dad…lama sudah dia tunggu menantu perempuan..tunggu apa lagi…malu juga kalau si Yuri potong jalan kau and si Junior kan…jangan marah ya…nantikena jual…
May 31st, 2007 at 2:55 am
ciao cara zia cathrine.. makes not difference .. orang putih or orang hitam,, that goes for our orang too.. yang important.. both are happy.. but you’ll never know.. who know.. ada sudah.. just wait and see… ciao
May 31st, 2007 at 5:00 am
ciao Aaron( eh how too say nephew in Italian)…ya la, orang apa pun no problem, like you said most important ngam and happy forever…ai sounds like ada sudah…can’t wait to see la..lemme know wen you’re coming back kio…ciao zia Catherin
May 31st, 2007 at 7:56 am
Hmm nampak gaya sia yg balik. Tomorrow flight to Rome. hopefully air italia no strike. Harap harap boss kasi cuti 2nd week. Buli balik kampung jumpa sudirman and nenek
No surprises
May 31st, 2007 at 8:01 am
KDCA 2007 State level Unduk Ngadau
7th- KL, 6th Tawau, 5th Inanam, 4th KK, 3rd Beluran, 2nd Putatan, 1st apa lagi TUARAN lah.. Miss Joanna Sue Henly Rampas. Ishh must buy karabau lah this