i used to work in a kitchen of a fine dining premise in kansas city. a demanding job that i did wholeheartedly because i loved it!

in a busy time as an assistant to the executive chef, my duty was helping him preparing everything in the line. basic stuffs i have to learn -- how to peel potatoes and how to cook pastas the right way.

meals that i hate to cook -- omelette and poached eggs. you know, flipping the omelette wasn't an easy task. it looked easy but dunno why, i just couldn't do it right. the chef helped me by letting me tossed as many eggs as i needed. i even practiced the flipping using a slice of bread. oh well, no success whatsoever. not my talent, perhaps.

poaching eggs took so much time.

in bali, i got to know an executive chef who works at one of the most famous restaurant in ubud. the restaurant that was recommended by the butler of begawan giri when i stayed there, yet didn't take the advice.

so, here i was, the closest time i got to be in the kitchen in jakarta was taking his picture doing some flambe. how i miss wearing the chef white shirt with my name on it like i used to be.