Day 17 I can’t believe It’s been almost three weeks (19 days) since I took off from Heathrow! Today was a great day. Only 12 hours and so chilled. Yesterday and today the day kicked off with some of the best scrambled eggs I’ve ever had. Merlin and Ellian worked together to make pure magic … Continue reading Day 17 in a Mexico Kitchen
Day 16 Another 14.5 hour day! More sore feet. As per normal, we get no breaks. What happened today? I can hardly remember. I blanched tomatoes, made three mayonnaise’s (woah my arm was sore!) and made some purees through the ole Chinoise (damn that was hard work too!). I killed (by beheading), peeled the bodies … Continue reading Day 16 in a Mexican Kitchen
Day 15 Having had a fairly bruising week last week – all my wounds (both literal and figurative!) seem to be healing! Today started with another 5.30am chat with Alex before arriving at work at 6am. They’ve moved a few more people onto morning prep and the kitchen actually felt nearly full – great help! … Continue reading Day 15 in a Mexico Kitchen
Day 14 (day off) I woke up at 10am, pulled off my eye mask (I’m addicted to this really dorky thing called a NIghtHood) and could still hardly move after 11 hours’ sleep. My whole body aches and my various cuts and bruises seem to moan every time I move. I slowly pulled myself out … Continue reading Day 14 (Day Off)
These were two even more challenging days for lots of reasons. Continue reading Days 12 & 13 in a Mexican Kitchen
Today started off really strong. We flew through our list and I was doing emulsions like an expert (finally) and cranking out mayos with Dara smashing through of the list like a little machine. Lots of singing, music and a bit of early morning chatter. I bought coffee and croissants for everyone which seemed to go … Continue reading Day 11 in a Mexico Kitchen
Day 10 A tough day. My coffee machine is broken and I forgot my tea towel at home so I was 10 minutes late for work and extremely under caffeinated. I trod up the stairs, waving an apology to the kitchen on the way up to the staff room. Cracking on with the routine – … Continue reading Day 10 in a Mexico Kitchen
Day 9 We meet outside in the dark of 6am on a deserted Polanco street. We file up the dark stairs one by one. We keep marching in the dark as the lights eventually switch on. Silent or grumbling about sleep or lack there of. We wander past the smell of various stocks that have … Continue reading Day 9 in a Mexico Kitchen
It’s been a year of intense stress, joy and utter terror having quit my day job in June to pursue pop up chef aspirations. And with all the madness of the past year, I have to say that I’ve never worked quite as hard as I have in the past 7 days. The week feels … Continue reading Day 8 in a Mexico Kitchen
Worked 72 hours in one week. It’s only not 80 because Monday was short (6 hours) as there was no service. A day off!! Wahoo!! Fell asleep at 10 and woke up at 8.30am. What a dream!! Still managed to dream about the restaurant all night. Cleaning today and then meeting my new restaurant mate … Continue reading Day 7 (Day Off!) in Mexico
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