I am hovering over a razor clam, making slow, incisive cuts at precise points the way I have just been taught to do (although the person who taught me did it 90% faster). “You can go a leetle faster,” says culinary instructor Chef Sylvain Dubreau, his thick French accent making everything seem far more foreign and incomprehensible.
The fish-out-of-water feelings I am having are amplified a “leetle” by the fact that I’ve been thrown into totally foreign territory – the commercial-looking kitchen of the Le Cordon Bleu Malaysia.