Who Goes to a Cooking Class?

June 19th
Keeping in mind that I myself am not the deepest person, I will now offer some superficial thumbnail sketches of the folks I share counterspace with in my Cooking Basics classes:
*A kid who I taught in my Drama class two years ago, I guess he's about 17 now, seems kind of embarassed to find himself with his old teacher every tuesday night so he avoids me. People teased him in class, I wasn't much help. His sauce turned out better than mine. Karma.
* A skinny kid in tight jeans and a black mop over his eyes, bike messenger type, twenty maybe?
* Middle aged white guy with glasses, bank manager?
* A re-married ex-teacher and mom from Piedmont, loves the classes, goes immediately for the stations with things she hasn't tried before. Her first Hollandaise broke (broken sauce, really hard to get it back, pretty much impossible) so she tried again and got it, Rambo style too. Ten years teaching in Oakland public schools and having four kids at home leaves her pretty unfazable.
*Olivier Said. "Chef Olivier", aka Oliveman, Mike's co-partner in this venture, quick moving scruffy balding frenchman (or Spaniard?) looks like a pirate, has two books out, "Cesar: Recipes from a Tapas Bar" and "Bar"... Accent as thick as Bechamel, winks a lot, mischevious grin. Comes upstairs a lot at end of class to make a plate to take downstairs (the wine/food bar "Taste", also theirs)
*A few middle aged couples I have not really bonded with.

Next week is stewing and braising.