Ballymaloe Day 77: Just one day left in the kitchen…

With only five hours sleep last night, I woke up with a cranky feeling. Wandering around at 8am to unlock our bedroom door I woozily staggered back to bed for an extra hour. Thankfully today was all about Mammy Kavanagh’s visit and with an hour of study under my belt, I was glad to get…

Ballymaloe Day 76: Cough and splutter

Carrageen moss as a drink would definitely not be one of my beverages of choice. Unable to sleep until 3am and then rising at 8am, my body was floating in a wave of drained energy and exhaustion. Forcing myself up, the house was quiet and I patiently waited for the kettle to boil and give…

Ballymaloe Day 75: A day in the leaba

The last thing you want to happen in cookery school is to be sick on one of the final cooking days… Over the past few days, I’ve felt another wave of sickness hit me. I don’t know whether it’s something I ate, the cold weather or just a thing that’s going around but anyway, to…

Ballymaloe Day 74: At the quack of dawn

Last night I managed to smash a pavlova on the floor, slip on a carpet and skid across the dining room and a dog grabbed one of my bread rolls and ran away (thankfully this was all in my dreams). My dreams seem to be getting stranger and stranger and with the end in sight….

Ballymaloe Day 73: Úna-Minh dreams of sushi

I yawned so hard this morning that I thought my head would fall off. Last night in a bid to get all of the last minute wine revision into our system, Sophie, Martha and I blitzed through our notes. Up at the crack of dawn, we pulled on our chef whites, for formality, and heading…

Ballymaloe Day 72: Death by meringue part two

Meringue is definitely not my friend. It’s an evil force that’s determined to drive me off course – maybe, perhaps, probably not. With just two things on my to-do list today, I thought that I’d be ok in terms of time, but like most days I was like a tortoise on a highway. Getting to…

Ballymaloe Day 71: Dropping like flies

If there were awards for snail-speed enthusiasts, I’d be getting a gold medal. My day was a mixture of being slow and steady and ultimately it wasn’t a good one. Getting up this morning, like most Mondays, was a bit of an effort and heading back into the kitchen with impending exams and more study…

Ballymaloe Day 69: A ray of sunshine among cuts of meat

The diagram just wasn’t sticking – I couldn’t remember any of it. I woke up this morning with information swirling around my head – for some reason I had measurements on the mind and couldn’t get the ratio of salt to water for curing meat out of my brain. Up early with a long list…

Ballymaloe Day 68: Goodbye week ten!

I stuck the spoon into my mouth, left it dangling and continued chopping onions. There was a method to this madness! Today officially marked the end of week 10 here at Ballymaloe, and I woke up this morning with the Friday feeling swinging around my insides. I mentioned yesterday that we were demoed pork belly…