Novel & Cerita Orie Chef

Bukod kasi chef si Sir Corpuz, siya ang head sa kitchen. Na-briefing kasi ako kahapon ng HR nilibot sa buong kitchen at pinakilala kay Sir Corpuz, at sinabihan siyang papasok ako ngayon. “Ikaw pala Lorelei. Halika ipakilala kita sa mga kasama natin dito sa kitchen. Pumalakpak ito kaya lumingon lahat sa amin. “Listen everyone. This is Lorelei Martinez, kasama natin dito sa kusina. First day niya at chef din siya katulad namin kaya lang wala pang bakante temporary assistant muna siya sa akin.”

pabirong sabi niya kaya nagtawanan naman ang kitchen staff Lahat sila halos, lalake, pwera lang kay Steph na siyang in charge sa mga pastry ng restaurant. “Wow, Chef Jigz, nakakasakit ka naman ng damdamin!” banat ni Steph kay Chef Jigz kaya nagkatawanan pa ang lahat “Steph, hindi ka naman dapat masaktan! Una sa lahat, hindi ka naman girl eh!” biro ulit nito kay Steph kaya lalo itong napasimangot

Personal daw nitong ini-interview ang mga aplikante at kinikilatis ang background. Confident naman siya dahil alam niyang kwalipikado siya sa posisyon. Hindi na rin naman matatawaran pa ang experienced niya pagdating sa pagiging Chef sa pinanggalingang Hotel-Restaurant sa France. Bonus point na rin ang credential niya na nagtapos lang naman na Cum Laude sa isang kilalang Unibersidad sa Maynila.

I was invisible here, just like an obstacle in their little private world. "So, you're the one from the McAllister mansion?" The sudden booming voice nearly made me jump. I turned to see a familiar looking tall, burly and imposing man. I know this face as it was all over TV when I was in Paris– Chef Beau, the French Michelin star chef who has won the award so many times! Of course, who else deserves to be the head chef in the best hotel in the USA if not the best chef in the world?! And now I’ll get to learn from him, yay!!

Her middle name should have been disappointment for as much of it as she’d experienced in her life so far. They emerged in the kitchen as the dinner rush was just beginning. She looked at Leo for an explanation, but all he gave her was another of his gorgeous smiles. It softened the blow of her disappointment. But all too soon, a chef in a crisp uniform approached them. Beneath his hat was a glimpse of black hair peppered with grey, he was stout, had dark eyes, and a broad nose. “Buona Serta Pedere Dubois. Sono lo chef Lombardi. Ho sensitio che sei interesssato all’apprendimento delle arti culinare.”

I say to Christopher when the room remains silent. "Ah, hello. Oh, Mr D'Amico, Mr Rossi. Good afternoon." The chef says as he walks in, demolishing the tension in the air. "Hi, I'm Elizabeth D'Amico, his wife in three days." "Magnifique." I flinch at the thick French accent. Why would an Italian hire a French chef? Don’t they favour their own cuisine? "I am Étienne Philippe, the second chef; what is it that you want me to make?"

Day< The following day, I wake up and discover Marcus in the manor kitchen, cooking. “Wow. You play the piano and you cook.” “I´ve yet to hire staff for this property, so you´re going to have to endure my culinary skills.” “Don´t tell me, Wolfang Puck taught you how to cook?” “Georges Auguste Escoffier.” “Who´s that? One of the Iron Chefs?” Marcus chuckles. “He´s only revered by the French as roi des cuisiniers et cuisinier des rois.” And he speaks French.

"I apologise, Miss Sophie." Miss Sophie's stern gaze fell upon me and then the pot as she strolled towards me. My heartbeat hastened as my chest rose and fell beneath my shirt. Miss Sophie, the head chef, was a woman with an afro hairstyle and a plump figure. She looked at my skilled evasive moves with some pity. Pulled my hand away from my face slowly as it fell to my side. "Well then, since you say it's just a taste, please tell me what you think," she said.

She only wanted to learn simple dishes, not fancy ones with costly ingredients. "Chef, could you teach me some simple dishes? Preferably ones that James likes to eat and are easy to make." The chef was visibly troubled by her request. He was an internationally renowned chef who had won multiple world championships. He had even cooked for national leaders on numerous occasions. So, having to teach Summer simple dishes seemed quite humiliating and beneath him. While he was hesitant, another shorter chef stepped forth and said, "Madam, Mr. Quigley also likes to eat simple dishes. I recall that he enjoys pork ribs. Why don't you give it a try?"