Culinary School

I grew up in a large family. I am the middle child of seven. At meal time our house was a buzz like a restaurant. Whats for dinner, breakfast, or lunch? I can assure you my parents food bill was enormous. My dad was always the one grilling. His bar-b-que is top notch. He is never short of a lesson or a technique. My mom was always the "chef" of the house. She taught us how to cook for ourselves. I rarely seen her use a recipe book or even follow a recipe. Her brain had its own internal cook book. She taught us how to properly clean dishes, clean the kitchen, sweep and mop the floor, and properly store our food. As children, I never realized I would come face to face with just about every lesson that woman taught me.

In culinary school, I feel I am always on my game and ahead of a lot of the others. My mother prepared me for this kind of career before I ever knew this is the direction I was going to take. There are many times I would call my mom and we would discuss something we were doing in school, and by the end of the conversation I would inform my mom the proper terminology of the technique she had been using for years. It would make me smile to hear her laugh at the fact of knowing she was a "chef" and didn't know it. My moms lessons in cooking helped to prepare for the journey I am currently on.

(Picture taken by my club brother Stalker Steve)