These are the daysVery rarely in my life I have realized that I am exactly in the right place at the right time. While I like to think that everything happens for a reason, I know that this is not necessarily true. In the last year and a half?meandering around[...] |
10 reasons?Five reasons why culinary school indefinitely sucks compared to the real world and five reasons why I actually might survive the next 172 days. In other words, five reasons why I really do like school. Dislike? Taxis are hella[...] |
Push it real goodA wise sous chef once told me… ?Do me a favor, and when you go back to school, don?t get lazy. All you CIA kids go back to campus after externship and get lazy. You don?t push, because you don?t have to. Just, don?t get lazy.? It?s[...] |
New York, in colorDespite that New York decided it wanted one more day of snow (it?s Spring, dammit!) this past weekend was sunny and beautiful. Friday almost made me think Spring was finally here. While today is technically March 21st, I was wrong. On[...] |
Restaurant Family MealI don?t know anybody that doesn?t appreciate a well made biscuit. Unfortunately, it took me a little while to discover my appreciation. I didn?t grow up eating flaky, buttery biscuits by the basketful like most who grew up in the South, or[...] |
Downtown, where the neon signs are prettyIf I had a dollar for every time a guy asked me what kind of music I listened to, ? on a date, or at work, or in class?I?d be a relatively rich girl. I can?t help but chuckle every time I?m asked because if I didn?t already had a hard time[...] |
The New York SubwayI remember the first time I ever took the subway in Manhattan? it was the N train from Herald Square to Prince St on a busy tourist-driven Saturday last February in 2010. Naturally, I was scared, timid, and totally unaware of how to decipher[...] |
Craving the kitchenAs far back as I can remember, I have been obsessed with food?whether it started during my elementary school years when I would plead with my fellow classmates to trade celery sticks for a Kudos bar, or my eighth grade year pounding down pint after[...] |
An evening to rememberI awoke this morning (and every morning since Monday, since I?ve prolonged this inevitable ?I?m back at CIA blog post?) to find myself back in Hyde Park in a room in one of the lodges at The Culinary Institute of America. ?Did I ever leave?? I[...] |
The game of professional cookingThey say cooking is a full contact sport. I say, if we?re cooking here , when are we allowed to call a timeout? When one of my chefs belittles or yells at one of my fellows cooks for any number of things that could go wrong in a kitchen, it?s[...] |