I got reminded by someone who’d been there that the “Joint Culinary Arts Academy” at Fort Lee, Virginia, is just that– Joint Forces. I should add a few Marines or Navy or Air Force for realism. I decided to pick a big, bulky grunting Marine because, hey, that’s the only kind there is, right?
I mentioned once that sometimes I catch parts of different cooking shows from time to time. I remember watching one, one of the many “battling chefs in a contest” type shows that are so popular these days. A young woman was being challenged to cook a certain meal in a certain amount of time with a restricted list of ingredients.
At one point, she had to open a jar of something, and she struggled and strained but couldn’t open the jar. But of course, since this is essentially a type of game show, her family is in the stands watching, cheering, hoping for some prize money, etc. She charged over to the audience stand where her father was and handed him the jar, which he dutifully opened with ease, then she ran back to her table to finish her meal.
So of course there’s the running joke of guys helping to cook, and by “helping” we primarily open stuck jars. Or retrieve items placed on top shelves.
At least that’s how I play to my strengths, anyway.