7.2 Seconds

That's about how long it took me to down my first bottle of Grolsch beer when I came home from class tonight. Now I'm on my third and slowly my mind and body start to relax a bit.
I don't know what did it, but I'm absolutely beat.

Today's class didn't even look all that hard on paper. Coq au vin, some Cous Cous, a Lamb dish with pasta...

But, the pasta we had to make. From scratch. Not too difficult but time consuming. And of course, this being the French Culinary Institute, everything has a sauce. And sauces can be a pain in the ass.
Tonight they were! To the constant chant of Chef saying:"I'm ready for your presentations, bring me your plates now!", I was waiting for my sauce to reduce.
It had to be "nappant" - clinging to meats etc.
Well, my stuff wasn't clinging to anything. It was colored water with a hint of flavor.

In the end it was done in time. And tasted good. If not I would possibly be on my third Vodka instead of beer by now.

So why am I so beat? Because stuff like this still stresses me out. Remember how in my last post I was going on about my confidence level rising? Well, today put a damper on things.
Sure, in the end everything turned out nicely. But for about 4 1/2 hours I was the proverbial headless chicken.