This is kind of kooky, but it seems as if everytime I post on this blog, I end up moving kitchens.
Judy, the aspiring chef, just turned two last week.
It still amazes me how much I have learned and how far I have come in the last two years.
18 months ago, I would come home everyday from work with a new cut injury. I also didn’t know how to hold a knife properly.
If you were to ask me six months ago who Escoffier was, I would have said, “I don’t know” and no one in that kitchen (okay maybe two or three people) would have bat an eye to that unknowingly disrespectful comment.
Today, I work for and with people I genuinely respect and have lots to learn from and would probably never let me hear the end of it if I ever said “I don’t know” to the name Escoffier again.
Ricktor single-handedly flipped a switch and made me want to be a chef. It was a time of exploration.
Then Eric happened to me and my life and this learning thing seems to be taking a life of its own.
In July, I had a nervous breakdown when I had to cook for 250 covers. Today I can cook 400 covers. It’s not easy and I probably could use an extra set of hands to accomplish it to my liking, but at least I don’t have public meltdowns on the line anymore. That was embarrassing.
I learned lots about people too.
There are con artists among us, and just like the movies, criminals run through kitchens wearing chef whites to disguise themselves when running away from cops.
It’s been a very eventful 6 months of my career. Probably the most eventful so far. I’m curious to know what the future holds.