Chefs Attitude Quotes

I learned mental flexibility: You can accomplish anything, anything at all, if you set your mind to it. One must adopt a can-do-anything attitude. You were a professional. You didn’t say no, not ever. You didn’t complain. You didn’t get tired. And you showed up, no matter what. You got there. Nothing but nothing kept you from reaching that kitchen.

L'AMUSE-BOUCHE Chocolate Parmesan Tapioca with a Pan-Seared Scallop L'ENTREE Salad with Chèvre Chaud, Honey, and Mint Dressing OU Roasted Butternut Squash and Cacao Soup OU Oysters with a Mignonette Sauce LE PLAT PRINCIPAL Armagnac-and-Chocolate-Infused Daube de Bœuf à la Gascogne OU Sweet Potato Curry with Mussels OU Chocolate Pasta with a Gorgonzola Cheese Sauce LA SALADE ET LE FROMAGE Moules à la Plancha with Chorizo served over a bed of Arugula Selection of the Château's Cheeses LE DESSERT Mousse au Chocolat spiced with Pimento Chili Peppers and Chocolate Flakes, garnished with Mint I spun around on one heel, excited to get prepping. Unbeknownst to me, the rest of the kitchen staff had arrived, their jaws agape as they stared at the menu. As usual, Phillipa was the first to speak up. "That menu looks wicked incredible." "I don't know about adding hot peppers to the mousse au chocolat," said Jane, and the granny brigade nodded in agreement. I was so sick of her know-it-all attitude. I knew a thing or two and I was going to stand by my decision. "The combination has Aztec roots. To honor the fertility goddess they drank xocolāt, a chocolate concoction spiced with chili pepper and vanilla. It's delicious and unexpected." Jane rolled her eyes. "You're the chef." "I am," I said, wanting to challenge her. "And this is the menu.

Cooking like a Michelin star chef without a recipe requires high intuition but only a little skill, a lot of imagination, and willingness to be curious and innovative. Kitchen to me is one of the art studios, but here only creating new dishes and drinks. Creativity is not just a job position or function but it is the attitude to life. From the office to kitchen or streets, anything, anytime should able to move you, inspire you, touch your emotions and others. After all Once you love what you do, you will eventually become a master of it, the only way to master of something be real with it.

You can accomplish anything, anything at all, if you set your mind to it. One must adopt a can-do-anything attitude. You were a professional. You didn't say no, not ever. You didn't complain. You didn't get tired. And you showed up, no matter what. You got there. Nothing but nothing kept you from reaching that kitchen. Also, you accepted the implicit obligation of excellence. Every effort would be your absolute best. Otherwise it was simply not worth doing. At the same time, you accepted that your best was never your best and never could be because you could always work faster, cleaner, more efficiently. Many of the changes a formal culinary education wrought were in one's attitude, a kind of tougher-than-thou stance. I'm tougher than you, faster than you, better than you. I'm a chef. I work in inhuman conditions, and I like it that way. I don't have to sleep every day if there's work to be done now, you get the work done. Only got a couple hours' sleep last night, and you've got eighteen more hours of work ahead of you. Good. You like that. You're a chef. You can sleep later.

Je savais que nous devions passer par ces mauvais moments, pour ensuite connaître une humanité bienveillante. C’est du moins ce que nous avait dit notre Führer Adolf Hitler. Rien de cela n’existe. Qu’il repose en paix. Je ne lui en veux pas plus à lui qu’à tous les autres grands dirigeants de ce monde. Lui, au moins, bénéficie du doute puisqu’il n’a pas eu l’occasion d’établir ces lendemains de victoire. Tandis que les autres, qui ont organisé leur petite paix grelottante aux quatre coins du monde, les autres qui, stupidement hantés par une frousse injustifiée, et au nom d’une évolution éducatrice, ont laissé aux primates du globe l’occasion d’allumer un peu partout des incendies menaçants, ces autres là peuvent être jugés. Des commerçants pendables. Des commerçants qui ne pouvant plus vendre de nègres, ont alors trouvé une astuce presque aussi rentable et qui vendent à présent les blancs aux nègres ! Tout ceci enrobé dans une petite politique mielleuse de vieille femme. Une politique qui ne prend pas position. Sait-on jamais ? Le vent peut tourner. Evidemment, dans l’attitude de Hitler ou de Mussolini il y avait un autre style. Ceux-là se permirent de dire non aux vieilles convenances. A tous les potentats : industriels, francs-maçons, juifs ou culs-bénits. A cette époque, tous ces indolents étaient comme des carpettes : fous d’inquiétude devant leurs tirelires dans lesquelles le chef d’orchestre Hitler puisait à deux mains. Cela, évidemment, les rendait blêmes de voir gaspiller tout cet argent pour réaliser un grand opéra. Alors, les spectateurs chiasseux et apeurés grimpèrent sur la scène et étouffèrent le metteur en scène prodigue. Mais ils ne connaissent pas la paix. Les coliques les travaillent sans arrêt. Ils sont à la merci du premier chef de musique, noir ou jaune qui risque de les faire danser une autre danse. Mais, cette danse-là ne sera pas européenne et ils ne comprendront pas.