This week is a bit different, rather than a recipe I have a person. One of my favorite people, Chef Pete. You might recall Chef Pete by a slew of other names Pappy Pete, Petey Poo or maybe my personal favorite Rumproast.
Chef Pete started attending cooking school in August. Not a community college course but a full-fledged-cost-more-than-my-last-car-twice-over cooking school. Oh, and he still works full time during the day as an engineer.
The girls and I have reaped the rewards several times as he often gets to bring home his cooking triumphs but this week my mom and I were invited to a night of cooking at the school. Ashley was kind enough to keep the ladies for me as the evenings festivities began at bedtime and Tim had to work and missed out.
The food was great. Crepes stuffed with asparagus, sauteed onions and spinach and covered in a cream sauce. Wasn't sure I would like them but they were yummy. Crepe Suzette that may have induced an orange-y sugar coma that was to die for. French Toast with strawberry coulis, and fresh whipping cream. Fresh made sausage, it looked good but I can't wrap my head around a meat grinder. Eggs made to order. Two types of quiche, Eggs Benedict, eggs florentine, bacon, fresh fruit and so much more.
It was so good.
I think he likes working the flambe station, or maybe just yelling flambe!
