A bit about me

Ive spent the last 10 years working with and studying electricity. But my heart has never been in it. My true passion has always been food. Our travels often had a foodie bent to them, and I always tried to find the best markets.
That was up until I recently made the decision to follow my passion. This is my journey.

Thursday, 5 December 2013

Day one

Just so you know, I'm not going to keep this post a day thingy happening! I'll aim for one a week, and that could just be a picture. but hey, watch this space!

So day one. I got up early to make sure I had everything I need. Things like whites, a knife, and coffee.
I even made a coffee for my ever supportive wife... but remembered that it was 6:15 and she probably wouldn't appreciate it that much, so I drank that one too.

So what did I do today?

Started the day with hollandaise sauce, scones, muffins, setting up etc. I hit the ground running and didn't really stop all day!

I've learnt a lot, none of which comes to mind as I sit here now. I just hope it does tomorrow!

Wednesday, 4 December 2013

The Night before

Wow. The day is tomorrow! I am so excited, I think. Scared too. Really scared.

I went and bought my whites today. I have to admit I was a bit disappointed. There wasn't a ceremony or anything. The shop assistant was simply selling me a jacket, trousers and an apron. But these three things represent so much. She didn't know or care that this was the first time I'd ever donned a real chefs uniform, that this is the start of fulfilling a fantasy I never let myself believe I had. 

People often said to me "why aren't you a chef?" and I've always replied "I love food too much. I want to keep it as a passion." and somehow I still believe that. I've convinced myself that I can't do what I love and still enjoy it.

Which is why I'm so scared. What if I'm right? What if I don't enjoy it? What if I'm not as good as I think I can be? How much do I need to invest before I discover that maybe I'm just not cut out for the kitchen? What if I've invested too much? can I turn back? Or my greatest fear, that I no longer like food or cooking for those that I love?  

I can hear you scoffing, "surely if you love cooking that much, you always will" but it happens. how many chefs do you know that like to cook at home? At home nothing's prep'ed for you, the bench is always cluttered, you have children under your feet, you've got distractions all around and to top it all off you have to wash up afterwards!