Buh-bye, Tasha Granberry ...

You may recall when I took my first class at Washburne Culinary Institute this spring, there wasn't time to order a chef's coat with my name on it. So, for six weeks or so, I was Tasha Granberry.

Not anymore.

After my first day of class today, I picked up my new, crisp pack of chef's coats with my very own name on them. (That's my married name, by the way.) I feel so official. And I got crisp, new black-and-white checked pants! And new aprons! It's like Christmas!

Today marks the first day of the semester, the beginning of Phase One for me and my two dozen baking and pastry classmates. We spent the day in the lecture room, going over the syllabus and the rules. (No jewelry, no perfume, scruffy beards, no long nails, no lateness, no baggy pants, no wrinkled uniforms, no cell phones, no swearing.)

Monday will be a lecture day for the rest of the semester, with introduction to baking in the morning, followed by sanitation. I'll be sure to get some extra caffeine on those mornings.

We'll spend the rest of the week in the kitchen, though, starting tomorrow.

Unfortunately, we'll be spending tomorrow cleaning our kitchen, as a kind of getting-acquainted task.

Wonder if that absolves me from cleaning the kitchen here at home?

I think it should.