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.
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 from our collective cooking, was awash with joy. The [...]