I remember my first day in a kitchen, there was so much work to do and the day flew by. And at that moment I knew that I wanted to be a cook.
I can still remember walking into The French Laundry in the mornings and inhaling the smell of veal stock, tasting sauces with Jean Banchet, and making ice cream with the pastry team at Can Roca.
These memories make up what it means to me to be a cook, and at the end of the day that’s what I aspire to be…just a solid cook that will help other young chefs make memories on their journeys.
It’s true that life can pass you by and you can get lost in the shuffle if you don’t stop and enjoy it once in a while.
Thats where i feel like now, like I’m getting lost. Lost in this race of who can have the most restaurants, or how many can we open in one year.
What’s wrong with just having one restaurant and making it great?! Facebook and twitter clouds my memories of why I became a cook in the first place which was to learn and provide joy thru food.
Now it’s time to work on getting back to that place and I’ll do that by spending time with a group of my peers whom inspire me.
So I’m hitting the road, traveling and staging in innovative kitchens across the country and world.
I have never been more prepared in my life and I am ready for journey and when I come back to Chicago I hope to inspire my favorite city with all I’ve learned.