Got your attention? I didn't even have to write the word, you just knew. Working in professional kitchens is hot, hard, exhausting work; long hours, standing on your feet all day, directing a staff, or being directed. The role of the head chef is like the conductor of the symphony, directing and moving people through the system so that every job is done correctly, and on time. If you have watched any reality shows about working in professional kitchens you know that some chefs are pure professionals, working alongside their staff, training them, making sure that they are well prepared for the working day and night ahead. Professionals, they are comfortable in their abilities, and their own skin. They teach, and work alongside their staff as a team, they will peel vegetables, or wash dishes if the work needs to be done. Their orchestra is working together to make beautiful music, or in this case beautiful food that they can be proud of.
|Chef Gordon Ramsey, who's only vocabulary consists of the F-word with many endings|
or lighting your sleeve on fire might elicit a string of words you might not otherwise utter, you cut yourself, or it's so darned hot you just want to spew.
Kitchens can just as easily be places of calm, even with loud music in the background, if everyone is concentrating on their work, the kitchen hums along without a bump in the service. The f-word spewing chefs won't leave people alone, they are bullies, find victims, and they are merciless.
I've worked with both types of chefs, and I can tell you who I'd rather work for; someone who is confident in their abilities, with a smooth, orderly kitchen, not the despotic screamer whose only skill is to belittle and swear at their staff. Ciao for now.