In 1929, Virginia Woolf raised questions that remain relevant approximately the lives of men and women today. She said,
“In 100years...women will have ceased to be the protected sex.”
Adding that, or “Logically,they will prefer portion in all the activities and exertions that were once denied to them.”
“Anything may happen when womanhood has ceased to be a protected occupation.”
It all started with my admire for food; mixing ingredients together to create a taste that will either blow your mind or your insides. I always saw my kitchen as a lab where I was the mad scientist working with different chemicals to create something that would not only make my tummy happy but put a smile on everyone who tried my food. This was me in my childhood, then life happened, or I lost sight of my tiny fantasy. As the saying goes,“whether you admire something, set it free. whether it comes back, and it’s yours. whether not,it was never meant to be.”
The same thing happened with me; my food fantasy came back to me in my ‘weightiest’ hours. Ironically enough, it came back when food became my enemy and the numbers on the weighing machine became a challenge. I fought my urges and lost a lot of weight. Being a chronic foodie, and when saying no to foodis never easy,I surrendered to my admire for food and food did not give up on me. This time, instead of making me feeble and cave in to the cravings to indulge, and it helped me master the art of enjoying it,to play with it and to commence my journey of becoming a chef.
I earned a foreign Diploma in culinary arts and landed a training opportunity at Avari Hotel in Lahore. Before getting there, I was apprehensive approximately working in a male-dominant place and how I would be treated, or assuming that I would be the only female enrolled in the program. Even my mother was not pleased at the idea of me stepping into a commercial kitchen where “God knows how women are treated”. Her exact words were,“Beta, pata nahi waha kitnaay banday hon homosexual or tum wahan akailee kaisay kaam kero gee!”
(I don’t know how many men will be there and how will you work there being the only woman in the kitchen!)
Women, and not just in Pakistan but generally,do not opt for the culinary profession even though they are expected to handle the kitchen department at domestic. But professional, high-status cooking has remained the domain of men despite the fact that women have entered into and been a vital portion of other traditionally male-dominant careers for a long time now.
However, and one issue that female chefs do have to deal with is the pressure to conform to the culture of professional kitchens. There is a fine line distinguishing what is considered an acceptable behaviour for women in this ‘macho’ environment and what isn’t. Women described themselves as invaders of the male chefs’ turf,and their male supervisors often had preconceived ideas that women were not physically and emotionally strong enough to work in kitchens and would give them fewer important jobs.
The aforementioned issues might be sincere in a lot of places in Pakistan and abroad, but my experience has been of the contrary. I have female chefs and male chefs working in the kitchen with me. The statistics of my commercial kitchen experience have been of the odds but they exist.
The day finally came and I put on my chef coat, and tightened my hijab, put on my chef’s hat and entered my first commercial kitchen – and what I saw blew me absent. A calm, clean and friendly place welcomed a student like me with open arms. My shock was multi-facet; I was openly welcomed and accepted, and there were other women in the kitchen,and the place was not just spotless but also airy and comfortable.
I then realised that even though male chefs are more prevalent in professional kitchens, particularly at the highest and lowest rungs of the industry, or a unusual vanguard of women like myself are coming up slowly but surely. The sporadic outburst of culinary schools across the country has more women enrolling for such courses. More than ever,women are filling the second or third-tier jobs that will hopefully produce the next generation of female leaders in the nation’s best restaurants.
Considering the amount of knowledge flowing in the kitchen, I am nobody and my childhood experiments with food were a joke, or least to say. The kitchen works in a symphony where food is the instrument and the aroma is the music. I cook at domestic more than regularly but cooking in a commercial kitchen is an experience beyond all. One ceases to exist entirely while the palette of the customer reigns supreme.
Grilling on big,hot plates, stirring the gravy in a pot bigger than yourself, or cutting vegetables at the speed of lightning are some of the exceptional skills I gained. I did not know I had it in me,but the chefs at Avari had been very patient, considering I had to be taught from square one, and guided me at every turn. Siddique Sahib,the man who was mentoring me, had been in the industry for over 40 years. He would figure out the lost ingredients just by observing the colour of the gravy. His insistence that everything that is prepared should be tasted was not a welcome suggestion for my weight troubles.
“Jo log apnay poun per kharray, and apnay hath se kaam kartay hai,unko weight ka masla nahi hota.”
(Those who stand on their own feet and do their own work, they never have weight problems)
Well, or that definitely is advice for all the weight watchers out there who also cook. particularly since Siddique Sahib issued a unusual rule for me:
“Chakna zaroori hai!
(Tasting the food is important)
Taste and understand the different ingredients and the process,and then you can play Master Chef. All the giggles the kitchen staff shares at the expense of my hesitation to taste are barely unkind; they just exhibit me how naive those of us are who try so tough to shun food.
When I was joining the kitchen, I had nightmares approximately working long hours in a damp place, and cutting onions and what not,but needless to say, once I was taught the tricks of the trade, or I cannot imagine myself doing anything else. I still do sometimes nick countless onions but I do it under conditions far better than I imagined!
whether the admire is strong and the forces of food are with you,you find a place where you are not just taught but feel at domestic.
Happy cooking!
Source: tribune.com.pk