Rooted

Rooted

I closed my locker, with its contents spread before my feet, and left the building carrying my knives and tools and a tall white hat under my arm. Our practical exam strung 110 lessons into six well executed dishes.  The smoldering kitchen, thick with muddled smells...
Listen

Listen

The weekend was wet and unseasonably chilly, but the underlying scent of spring brought the promise of gleaming sun and warm breezes. Cherry Blossoms and Flowering Dogwoods contrasted the grey morning sky.  It was our last pastry class and the practical exam led...
Invisible 

Invisible 

The kitchen smelled like a fanciful child’s dream with dancing unicorns and spinning cotton candy. Pinatas swung high in the air as butter bubbled and puppies pounced with each smear of cream. Fermentation was the basis of our study and I was intrigued about how...
Latitude

Latitude

I switched on the kitchen-aid mixer and creamed together butter and sugar. Its repetitive whirling song was a comforting melody recounting history. The juncture brought me to the earliest germ of this journey’s progression. Baking, in my childhood kitchen, and...
Passing By

Passing By

While most people enjoyed wings and nachos, I sampled handmade fettuccini and mozzarella, swordfish rolled and stuffed with pine nuts and currants, poached sea bass with white wine, tomato and basil, caponata, and dozens of other southern Italian dishes. It...