Honestly, I love baking & pastry class so much it hurts. Each day of production is even more exciting than before. Today is the first day I’ve ever used a dough roller, which excited me way more than it should. This particular dough rolling moment was quickly cut short by none other than— the jokester.
Baking & pastry is the first class the jokester and I have ever had together. The jokester always tells jokes. While it’s been two weeks and one day, hearing non-stop jokes for two weeks and one day is two weeks and one day too many. It’s like a joke explosion around this guy. One liner here. One liner there. This one liner level should be against the law.
No one has time for a jokester’s jokes during lecture at Le Cordon Bleu. My chef-teacher is teaching. She does not need to hear another jokester-joke ever again. She’s already dealing with the cool guy constantly commenting after every single sentence she says.
The jokester and the constant commenter sit at the same table. Believe it or not, suspect #2 in the mystery of my missing piece of tin foil sits at the same table as well. These guys are like the three stooges. This is a fair statement oozing with freedom of speech. I’m simply expressing my feelings. That’s all. Writing down feelings is a form of therapy for people without insurance. True story.
It is time to talk about the mystery of the missing dough roller.
Just when it seemed like a regular tart-making day, the jokester did anything but joke. While innocently rolling my dough, all of the sudden, the jokester walked over to ask if he could use the roller I was using— for ten seconds. He explained that he only needed to use the roller to press the top of his tart. I decided to be a kind, warm, sharing culinary student and let him use my roller. As I stood stirring mirepoix for chicken pot pie, I looked directly at the jokester to see him existing without— the dough roller.
Where is the dough roller? Flour was all over the place. There was no moving on until the dough was completely rolled. I could see the butter melting. This quickly became a dough rolling emergency. If this dough did not get rolled soon, I would have to place it back inside the walk-in for five more minutes. This was a ten second borrow which should not have affected my life.
When I asked the jokester what he did with the dough roller he was borrowing for ten seconds he snapped, “It is not your roller. You don’t own it. I gave it to somebody else.” Double wow. Why doesn’t the jokester realize the dough roller in question became my temporary property the second I began using it? I stopped using the missing dough roller to be nice to the jokester for ten seconds– only to have the jokester give the missing dough roller away.
Upon realizing this is a first world dough roller problem, I decided to move on with my life. It’s the right thing to do. Scott wasn’t using the roller he temporarily owned, so we shared. Life is always going to have dough roller and lazy tin foil takers. Being around people with different personalities, shady or not, is a part of life.
P.S. I love culinary school!