For Christmas, my kids pitched in an got me a certificate for the Benihana "Be the Chef" experience.
Having dined at Benihana in Hawaii, Washington DC, LA, Las Vegas, Ontario California and at least two or three other towns, I knew what I was getting myself into.
And in my normal obsessive fashion, I watched every Utube video I could find.
I got a meat fork and the closest spatula to what they use at the restaurant to attempt to practice so I wouldn't make a complete fool of myself.
Seemed like a good idea, and I do believe I did better at the actual cook because of it.
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| Practicing in the garage, getting a little height on the spinning spatula of death |
Unfortunately, no practice is complete with out drawing at least a little blood.
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| The exact moment when the knife-like edge of the spatula makes contact with the soft flesh of my fingers. |
I did survive and was able to serve a wonderful dinner to the family.
I have to say, I had a really good time. Chef Masa was pretty tolerant of my lack of skills.
The family enjoyed it.
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