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A Day in the Life...
I often get asked, "How did you get into this business of cooking for people."
Usually my response is something like, "I just love to cook and it's my passion."
However lately, I have been thinking more deeply about the how and the why.
I know that I love to cook, that's simple. And I know that I love to cook for
people, but there has to be more to this story. I learned at a very early age
(around the age of 7) that cooking for people makes all of us happy.
I remember fondly waking up early on the weekend, stepping foot into the
kitchen and pulling out my Betty Crocker Junior Cookbook. What would I make
that day?
began, but I kept with it and steadily got better as the trial ensued.
began, but I kept with it and steadily got better as the trial ensued.
I think my parents began to welcome this (or maybe they were just being nice),
either way, I didn't care. I would prepare the spread, set it up on a beautiful tray
with fresh coffee, warm syrup and then go to their bedroom door knocking once
and saying, "room service".
We'd read the paper (my favorite part was the comics at that age) and enjoy my
creation of the day. I could see the look of appreciation on their faces and this
always delighted me. Alas, another job well done!
I learned then, at this very early age that cooking for people, equates to love
and family. Food brings people together. Quite simply, that is why I love to
cook. To bring people together.
Usually my response is something like, "I just love to cook and it's my passion."
However lately, I have been thinking more deeply about the how and the why.
I know that I love to cook, that's simple. And I know that I love to cook for
people, but there has to be more to this story. I learned at a very early age
(around the age of 7) that cooking for people makes all of us happy.
I remember fondly waking up early on the weekend, stepping foot into the
kitchen and pulling out my Betty Crocker Junior Cookbook. What would I make
that day?
began, but I kept with it and steadily got better as the trial ensued.
began, but I kept with it and steadily got better as the trial ensued.
I think my parents began to welcome this (or maybe they were just being nice),
either way, I didn't care. I would prepare the spread, set it up on a beautiful tray
with fresh coffee, warm syrup and then go to their bedroom door knocking once
and saying, "room service".
We'd read the paper (my favorite part was the comics at that age) and enjoy my
creation of the day. I could see the look of appreciation on their faces and this
always delighted me. Alas, another job well done!
I learned then, at this very early age that cooking for people, equates to love
and family. Food brings people together. Quite simply, that is why I love to
cook. To bring people together.
