As promised, I'm reporting on my bread baking class. But before I do, let me tell you my misadventure getting to class. It was my first LRT ride from D. Jose to Katipunan (normally I'm an MRT rider...nothing beats it than being in traffic). Let me tell ya, I enjoyed the LRT. In terms of cleanliness and looks, it beats San Francisco's subway system Bart. Yeah, can you believe it? I'm giving kudos to the government for it. It's spacious and clean and pretty neat looking. Only issue? Body odor or clothing odor. I don't know what it is. The person I sat next to gave me a headache. Not so much from the smell, but because I had to breathe through my mouth for a good 20 minutes into my trip. God, I'm baaad!
Then like an idiot, I realized I didn't bring the school's address and number with me. Yeah, I know, I know. I went around asking every non student or student if they knew of the school. No one did! Finally after thirty minutes of waiting in the station, I was able to get directions.
When I got there, I was amazed to see about 20 plus students. I couldn't believe it! There were just too many students. They were already started and I completely felt lost. After I got a recipe sheet, I caught up.
So, did I mention there were just too many students? Yeah, well obviously that bothered me. When the chef was demonstrating to make pastries, it was difficult to see anything. It's like playing football with everyone just to get to see him up close. What's worse, when we were able to do hands-on and the ingredients were provided, some student weren't able to get a piece to practice on. At one point, I practiced making a pastry and after I was done, gave it to a girl next to me and told her to practice on it, since I felt bad for her. We were recycling pastry for crying out loud. Whaaah, i need a refund!
Secondly, the chef spoke so softly, I barely understood him. Third, no clear explanation was made regarding the ingredients.
Whhaaah! I need a refund!
Well the trooper in me decided to make the most of it. What to do? The friendly in me decided to make friends, of course. Some were super shy (which is a trait I found with alot of the filipinos, especially with small conversation), some just smiled! Whaaah, i need a refund! No, but as the class rolled on through I was able to meet a few people.
In the end and after some hands on, we were able to take quite a few pastries. We did zopf bread, cinnamon rolls, raisin bread, mango pinwheel, doughnuts and berliner. It was nothing to rave home about. The pastries made definitely tasted and were meant more for the hotel environment. If that's what you like, then you'll definitely like this.
Next week we WILL be making bread.
Right now I won't judge early. I'm going to give it till the end of class to endorse my final recommendation. Whaaah, i need a refund! Just kidding. Photos to come.
Then like an idiot, I realized I didn't bring the school's address and number with me. Yeah, I know, I know. I went around asking every non student or student if they knew of the school. No one did! Finally after thirty minutes of waiting in the station, I was able to get directions.
When I got there, I was amazed to see about 20 plus students. I couldn't believe it! There were just too many students. They were already started and I completely felt lost. After I got a recipe sheet, I caught up.
So, did I mention there were just too many students? Yeah, well obviously that bothered me. When the chef was demonstrating to make pastries, it was difficult to see anything. It's like playing football with everyone just to get to see him up close. What's worse, when we were able to do hands-on and the ingredients were provided, some student weren't able to get a piece to practice on. At one point, I practiced making a pastry and after I was done, gave it to a girl next to me and told her to practice on it, since I felt bad for her. We were recycling pastry for crying out loud. Whaaah, i need a refund!
Secondly, the chef spoke so softly, I barely understood him. Third, no clear explanation was made regarding the ingredients.
Whhaaah! I need a refund!
Well the trooper in me decided to make the most of it. What to do? The friendly in me decided to make friends, of course. Some were super shy (which is a trait I found with alot of the filipinos, especially with small conversation), some just smiled! Whaaah, i need a refund! No, but as the class rolled on through I was able to meet a few people.
In the end and after some hands on, we were able to take quite a few pastries. We did zopf bread, cinnamon rolls, raisin bread, mango pinwheel, doughnuts and berliner. It was nothing to rave home about. The pastries made definitely tasted and were meant more for the hotel environment. If that's what you like, then you'll definitely like this.
Next week we WILL be making bread.
Right now I won't judge early. I'm going to give it till the end of class to endorse my final recommendation. Whaaah, i need a refund! Just kidding. Photos to come.
