Milestone #1: Completion of Culinary School
In August 2010, I embarked on a journey that I knew would change my life, whether it be for better or for worse, and I was ready. Fresh out of high school, still having that drive and passion for the culinary arts. Not really researching on the subject, but leaning towards the visual learning aspect. After moving in to the city of San Francisco, the little things started setting in. Getting the hang of public transportation, understanding the ticket transaction, and just getting used to the idea of not living at home anymore. Through this experience, I gained tokens of independence that I was afraid I’d lose. Not only was I this little girl completely engulfed in this huge city of San Francisco, but I had the dedication that couldn’t compare to anyone else out there.
First day of class, I met people the people that I’d spend every new moment with, whether it be from my first cut in class to busily trying to feed over 80 covers on a busy Friday night and understanding everyone’s body language. These people will be the ones to truly see you grow, from the very beginning to the very end. Although I know we will be parting ways, apart of me believes that we will one day reunite and talk about all the good times we had in culinary school, when it all began and when it was all just silly talk.
Tomorrow, or actually, in a couple hours, it will be my last class. My final and last class. I will then be stepping into the world of the culinary world and can’t turn around now. I’ve chosen this path because I knew I wasn’t a quitter. I know that I can pull through wit this, I know that this will be worth it and it’s what I want to do. It’s my passion. I love to cook. I love the feeling of being in a kitchen, the sound of vegetables being cut, the senses I feel when I know food is almost ready, the sound of the sizzling pans warning me that this pan is ready to cook, the music that the kitchen plays during service… Ahh, just the setting in general allows me to drown out the negative inhabitants in my brain that have been there all day, and I’m allowed those few hours of pure concentration in the kitchen. I’m allowed to finally breathe and just see the light of day. From the beginning of a dish, prepping and choosing the correct ingredients, to the moment I finish garnishing the plate I’ve been working on, I can’t help but smile because I know I did a good job. I know that I can do this, and it’s what I wanna do. It’s my passion. It’s something that’s in my blood and is something I’m genuinely good at. I can do this, hands down, no strings attached.
My ability to take in the information for a dish and able to portray it onto a plate, exceeds my minds and brings such joy to me.
I honestly find joy and happiness when I find out new information about anything food related. Instead of celebrity gossip, the newest shoe, the best brand out there…. I’m here excited about new restaurants opening up, michelin star ratings, and stage opportunities that can take place for me. I believe I’m passing this teenage stage, and I’m finally handling my adulthood correctly.
I’m growing up and it’s honestly fucking scary. But I know that I’ve come this far, nothing can bring me down from here, no way. I’m way too high up to be touched.
August 16, 2010 - February 16, 2012: Le Cordon Bleu California Culinary Academy
February 21, 2012 - May 18, 2012: Baker and Banker Restaurant
May 19, 2012 - June, 2012: Hellloooo Summmer Vacation :)
After June, 2012? Chances of moving to Hawaii are pretty high but who knows. Maybe I’ll be making my trip to New York sooner than I thought :)
**My life is moving fast, just the way I like it :)
