A few weeks ago, I signed up for a shellfish cooking class at Kitchen Conservatory, to be taught by the amazing Josh Galliano from Monarch. S'hell's Kitchen was a demonstration class, which meant I'd be doing zero cooking and just had the delight of sitting around the table and watching the chef and asking questions. Plus, getting to eat all the food, of course, otherwise, what's the point? The menu included scallop ceviche with cilantro, orange and red pepper, Maryland soft shell crab po-boys, and paella with chorizo, clams and mussels. Needless to say I was pumped.
Ryan and I decided to make a Date Night out of it and go to the class together. Isn't that adorable? Don't we just make you sick? We're so damn in love. Barf.
We show up at Kitchen Conservatory and walk really really slowly into the store (because my husband suffered a nasty fishing-related injury the day before and could barely walk). On the way in he said, "So do they know you here by now? You've taken about a million classes here and you stalk them online." I just smiled at the thought of being known or recognized for my blog and said, "I seriously doubt it."
But guess what...she recognized me!! As we
walked hobbled up to the counter, here's what happened.
Ruth: Hi! You're Sara.
Me: (internal dialogue: ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, this is so cool, I'm famous, SO COOL, don't be a dork, don't be a dork, don't be a dork) Uhhhh.
Ruth: We love your blog! (ok, maybe she didn't say this, but let a girl dream)
Me: (ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, someone actually reads my blog, I'm famous, this is so cool, don't be a dork, don't be a dork) Thanks! Uhhhhuhuhhaahahaha. (big smile!)
Ruth: You're going to love this class with Josh. He's just the best. He's one of our favorite chefs.
Me: Uh huh. Cool. (stop being a dork, stop being a dork, stop being a dork)
Ruth: Did you bring your camera?
Me: (holy shit I forgot the camera, what's wrong with me, why can't I speak, where's the camera, did I bring the camera, please say I didn't forget the camera) I think I brought it. Not the big one, but the little one. The little point and shoot. I didn't bring the big one. It's too big. I thought it might get in the way. It's big. And the other's little. I think I brought the little one. The little point and shoot. (shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up)
Ruth: Ok...well, you're back this way. Here are your recipes and just seat yourself anywhere.
Me: Uhhhhh...ok. (trip) (damn it!) (look cool) (urgh, I'm such a disaster) (what the hell is wrong with me) (stop being a dork, stop being a dork)
Meanwhile, Ryan is looking at me like I'm batshit crazy and wondering what the hell has happened to his wife. At this point I can't form sentences or make eye contact and I'm trying to just walk on my own two feet and not directly into any displays or shelving. Wouldn't that just be great.
But we made it to two empty seats without too much damage done and prepared for class to begin. This is when I would normally take out my camera and get it ready and take some pictures of the ingredients and the menu, but I couldn't do. I was too scared! Ryan took the camera from me and started taking some pictures. I was nearly paralyzed.
Josh started class and damn he's cute. Mental note to self: do not take husband to classes taught by hot chefs. He was cool, calm, collected. And kinda dreamy. Hmmm. I started to relax a bit. He knew some of the people in the class and chatted them up. So nice. Oh, he's a refugee from Hurricane Katrina. How sad. He mentioned his pregnant wife and baby at home. Oh, melt my heart. And we had a birthday group there, so he said he added a dessert to the menu in honor of the birthday girl. Wasn't that sweet? He's so thoughtful.
Heaven in a bun. Without a face.
Ha! Does this process look familiar?