Daily Archives: August 10, 2009

Apprenticeship

Today’s NY Times talks about student internships, mostly those students take to get them into college and out of college and into a job. Of course there are now middlemen who broker internships for a fee. Can’t get a job out of college? Have your parents pay for you to take an internship! That negates the intent.

That’s not how it worked when I grew up. I paid to go to cooking school and paid to go to my unpaid internship so I could get a job cooking and actually make money. I lived in a cabin with a privy lock on the door and no heat. I bought $5 of wood every night but could only make it last until about 3:00 a.m. then I froze. Nothing on the windows, flying termites all over the bathroom so I had to make a ritual of boiling water in the tub, close bathroom door in the morning and block it everywhere with towels.

I was lucky that the people who leased the cabin to me left a mattress downstairs with a few blankets, and a couple of dishes and pots and pans. He moved next door with his girlfriend but I never saw him, except when our shifts collided at work.

As these rich people buy internships for their unemployable children, one wonders what our world is coming to. These rich WASP’s run the country but their kids are stupid and marrying fellow rich WASP’s and it seems the gene pool peaked about 100-150 years ago with Andrew Carnegie and now it’s going downhill rapidly but they can pay to keep that slide going. At least for now until their kids run the banking, insurance and other industries into the ground because their parents bought them an internship and like one of my favorite thespians, John Houseman, used to shill, “they earn it” but these folks don’t.

My husband runs into firms that will only hire “Ivy League.” Nonetheless, they’re headquartered in Texas. Hate to say it but New Yorkers are too snobby to move to Texas, and Texans will be treated like cow patties in NYC. I’m not talking racial equality, which I champion alongside women’s rights, I’m talking a southern man in a northern town, being looked down at (with a physics degree) as stupid because he has a trace of a Texas accent.

Whatever our families have, they’ve earned the hard way. My dad was the first in his family to go to college and he has a doctorate in higher education. My mother graduated from college after I did but summa cum laude (I was dean’s list) and passed her CPA exam first time out. All our families have wanted for money but found a way to succeed legally using their brains and hard work.

Perhaps we should let the bluebloods die out as a breed, the only other option is for a few to fall in love with those of the working class and make something of themselves through their offspring. Think about it, Dee

Top Chef Masters II

I missed this week’s second final round so had to wait to see it yesterday at 12:00 noon. Unfortunately culinary dynamo Anita Lo was sent packing her knives. She has dominated this series and I think she just got tired, plus she got her Asian vibe on and thought that cheddar cheese soup with mini-burgers in it would satisfy an American’s quest for a perfect burger.

Once again, I applaud these chefs for going head-to-head to benefit their favorite charities. I love Hubert Keller but Make A Wish has been a really lame charity over the years and I don’t know that his winnings would be well-spent (take that from a former expert in that arena) but I would still love for him or the others to win. I also give kudos to Top Chef Masters staff for making this different than Top Chef. Yes, they’re each driving a Lexus, great product placement, but it’s Critic’s Table, thankfully for chefs and audience alike there are no bunk beds. The chefs are treated as the pro’s they are in everyday life.

No romantic entanglements (at least none we know of) and when one chef is paired with another to assemble a “surprise” box of food, they don’t pull a “Spike” and give them twelve boxes of raisins (I made that up, first thing that came to mind) and nothing else. It is evident that they respect and care for each other even though each contestant wants to win for their charity.

I don’t have a favorite and just want to see the tale be told, as it’s probably been over for a while and the insiders know who won. There is something to be said about professionals at or about the same level, going to work every day and being in a collegial atmosphere. In real life, they’re the boss of many minions in their restaurants. That’s why it’s so cool to see them peel onions or open oysters, or go to a grocery store, things they haven’t done in years.

Bravo to Bravo and Top Chef Masters. Dee