While doing a pastry chef course I was experiencing some dissonance between the somewhat luxuries I'm dealing with and the bad economy in the country and the world. This is a descriptive, straightforward poem about it.
At the Institute of Culinary Arts
It's all bright and glossy
Wooden benches and shiny plasma screens
Hypnotize you with culinary works of art
Chefs and students wearing white jackets walk around
As if there's nothing on their mind
Besides a fancy recipe or an expensive product
"I made crème fraîche from scratch!"
Said the student with the dark hair
And we all applaud
"Who wants to purchase Dutch butter and Amarena cherries?"
Asks someone, and I ask politely "how much it costs?"
And it seems as if we're in a bubble
In candy land
When the chef explains how to fold the pastry puff
The dish washers and cleaners pass by
And I wonder what's on their mind
When they see us put all this money on such luxuries
Do they laugh inside and think we live in La La land?
People try to make a living, thankful for everyday they work
And here we whip the crème and develop the gluten
As if it's the most important thing in the world
Be careful! The dough might break! The cake can burn!
But the chefs might be dissatisfied with the cleaning
And then we're out (think the cleaners)
Two worlds, one is chocolate glazed
The other covered with dust and soap
At the Institute of Culinary Arts.