Food and Love. Pretty much go hand in hand.

The Fine Art of cooking. Did I just say that? Me? I hate cooking, says the past "me" I hate the kitchen, says the former "me". I was married, with a baby and very little sleep. Probably during one of the marathon nursing early mornings I must have picked up a Fine Cooking magazine. The next day I made my first "real" dinner, burnished Chicken Thighs with Roasted Sweet Potatoes & Parsnips.My mouth waters to this day when I think about it. Oh my, it was delicious! The same day I bought my first supply of saffron.

It was then that I knew that food would become part of my life. Life goes on, I continue cooking my heart out. My family would get amazing meals almost every dinner. I was enjoying shopping for the items and tasting them as I went along. Fast forward to January 2011. My daughter, son and myself moved into our own place. Back to my "hood". Back to the place I grew up. Back to the place I belong. A decision was made that I would start cooking school at ARC's Culinary Program and work part time. I finally got my self healthy in all ways I could be and started looking for employment. Not easy. Who wants a forty something year old women working for them, Sunflower, soon to be Sprouts kitchen, that's who! I fell "in like" with my job and have been working there for almost four months. Surrounded by food, all makes and models.

It is now the end of August and today is my first day in that delicious place at American River College Culinary School. They call the rooms I sit in "classrooms" but to me they are Cafe's, Restaurants, Bistros, Eateries, Carvey or Tea Shop. I am surrounded by like minded men and women and a instructor whose enthusiasm is the same as it was 22 years ago. I don't want it to stop....ever.

Never mind searching for who you are. Search for the person you aspire to be. ~Robert Brault