Photos of today’s meal will be the visual entertainment as I write about something even more fabulous than tender BBQ ribs. Or fresh berries. Our focus in class this week is regional American cuisine. New Orleans stole the spotlight yesterday through well-executed blackened catfish, shrimp étouffée, grits with sweet corn and chili purée, collard greens and pecan pie with bourbon caramel sauce… would have made any true Cajun proud.
And today explored regional barbecue variations- along with spicy aioli and onion sliders, classic grandma’s meatloaf, and corn with poblanos. It was wonderful. But the truly incredible moment of the day wasn’t a bite of anything.
It was simply getting to read a small string of emails. Emails that I would never normally even know existed. The content was simple- someone has decided to make a complete career change and join our school… because he was inspired by this blog to do what he loves.
I loved food before I began Culinary Training. Really loved it. I wrote this in my entrance essay and meant every word of it:
“…I absolutely love food! Everything about it. I want to grow it, prepare it, plate it, stage and photograph it, serve it, eat it, write about it, market it… I am finally exactly where I want to be…”
And it is true today one million fold. I had absolutely no idea it could be possible to know- genuinely know– that I am doing exactly what I’m supped to do. And as the tomorrows pass, details will inevitably change. Opportunities will arise, and doors will close. Challenges will come and go. As overused as the words love and passion can be, I can’t seem to find a better substitute. There’s nothing greater in life than having love and passion for your everyday. You simply can’t resist sharing it with the world.
I hope this can help inspire. Maybe it only inspired you to barbecue some ribs. That’s a start. But while the grill’s heating, pause to realize what brings you passion. Commit to acknowledge that in some way. Every day.
Cheers… to love and passion~