Sugar Rush

Sugar Rush

During the happiest times of my life, the holidays created a mad sugar rush.  It was like eating icing with a spoon and then crashing back to a reality where candy canes weren’t on the breakfast menu and you had to clean your room.

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...