In choosing to teach cobbler I was forgetting that the Japanese make all their desserts look very beautiful and extravagant. Cake is never just cake, it's always dressed up to the nines. So trying to explain that cobbler SHOULD ooze all over and look like a mess in your bowl was awkward. But they all loved it.
I wish that were my job. Teaching cooking. Sigh. Before leaving Portland, when I was volunteering as a cooks assistant for classes at SurLaTable, the lady who organized all the classes asked me if I would ever teach for her. I was too chicken at the time (the other teachers were all famous chefs or from fancy restaurants in town) and really thought I didn't have the experience. Now, I wonder if that matters. If I'm excited and passionate about cooking, maybe I don't need to worry about having been to cooking school or had years of experience.
Maybe someday. Now, I'll spend the rest of the day being tired. I woke up a grumpy pants and, though it abated while cooking, I fear it's coming back. Jesse and I may have salmon and baked potatoes and broccoli for dinner, though (refreshingly non-ethnic, as Jesse said when we had it last week) and watch a movie and reeeeelaxxxx.....