Cooking School – Chef Kathy and the Lamb

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I was glad to see that the chef who taught my first class at culinary school was beautiful.  She was funny, smiled a lot, and was a good instructor.  Almost every class she would excuse herself and then leave the classroom for five to ten minutes. 

One day she was trussing up a chicken and asked James, a student, to come up to the demonstration table and help her.  When he finished and sat back down, he informed us that she smelled like Gin.  The fact that  she was drinking on the job did not bother us.  Sometimes at night, drinking together after class, we would raise our beers and say, “This one’s for Chef Kathy.” 

Then, one fateful class, she  was showing us how to de-bone a lamb.  She sliced her finger–a fairly deep cut–and seemed unaware of what had happened.  The blood dripped over the lamb like a red gravy.  Somebody yelled, “Chef, you cut your finger.” 

Chef Kathy ran out of the room. 

We wondered, was she going to belt down some gin for the pain or pour some on her finger?

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