Night one was a riot

Like literally, like prison riot.  Last night we were doing a stuffed roast pork and a roast beef, and I had the pork.  My group had 3 people, one dude who was brand new to our class.  Anyway something happened and one thing ate another and before you know it we're presenting two porks to chef to taste.  No beef.  No clue no beef.  My partner A had hacked the fat off of he pork that I thought was beef, and I was so busy checking temperatures that I totally spaced on identifying the meat's color.  Massive duh no shit moment.
Anyway tonight we're doing a rack of lamb, watch me turn in a roast gerbil.