Ballymaloe Cookery School Blog Index

Below is the index for all of my posts while I did the 12-week certificate course in Ballymaloe, feel free to click through to each day. If you’ve any questions about Ballymaloe you can drop me a comment or an email at unaminh[at]gmail[dot]com Day 0: Leave your Prada and Gucci behind Day 1: “This is…

Ballymaloe Day 82: The final blogpost

Well it’s over, that’s it, c’est fini. 83 posts altogether including day zero – it’s been a roller coaster of a ride. It’s hard to describe what how I’m feeling about the written exams right now, but the definite overall feeling that’s running through my veins is exhaustion. I barely slept last night, and with…

Ballymaloe Day 78: “That absolute slap-across-the-face flavour”

The alarm went off at 7.30am, but I didn’t haul myself out of bed until 8am… After a turbulent night’s sleep, I eventually managed to drag myself out into humanity with my chef whites on and knife bag under my arm. Though shattered, it was actually a lovely morning in the kitchen, with an air…

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 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 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…