One year ago I was 15 minutes into my first day of culinary school. One year later I’m sitting in my pajamas listening to the new James album while writing this post.
A year ago I thought that one day I’d like to open my own restaurant. Today I have no such aspiration unless I was able to do it completely on my own terms (which is never going to happen). I’m not even sure how long I’ll work in a restaurant at this point, but I’m at least enjoying it right now. As a line cook my hours aren’t bad, even if the pay is awful. But as an eventual sous chef or chef the hours are terrible (and the pay never really goes up, especially if you look at the hourly rate).
But all is not doom and gloom. Going to school gave me skills and confidence to pursue other possibilities. Food is not just about cooking in a restaurant, food cost percentages, staffing issues, a miserly owner. And in the coming months and years I need to keep that in mind, as it’s probably way to easy to lose the plot (here’s an interesting article about Georges Perrier of Le Bec Fin in Philadelphia that proves the point).
There are many options available, and most of you would be surprised to know what I’ve been considering. But I’m not going to let that cat out of the bag just yet. I need to focus on the things I need to do to get there.
In the past year I’ve honed up on my Kevin Smith movie quotes. See if you can fill finish this one:
“I’ll fuck this bitch, I’ll fuck that bitch, I’ll fuck ________ ____ _____.”
In the meantime Erin and I have taken to being tourists in Chicago for our last months here. Enjoy some of these photographs we’ve taken: