Have you ever been asked,”What’s your passion in life?” This is a question my husband, John, and I talk about often. So,when I finally sat down and really thought about it, I realized I have 3 passions.
– My first passion would be my family. I love to be with them whether we are outdoors playing in the mountains or snuggled in our bed watching a movie and eating popcorn! They are my support, my lifeline!
– My second passion is my faith. My religious beliefs keep me grounded in what is important in this life and guides me to make the best choices for me and my family.
– My third is cooking/baking, which is why I am where I am today. At culinary school!
Being in the kitchen has not always been a passion of mine. Rather, it has been a journey since childhood.
Growing up in a rural town in Washington state, my mother didn’t have much money to support the hungry mouths of 6 small children. She became very creative in the many ways of disguising the same food items in different meals and reincarnating leftovers. Not culinary masterpieces by any stretch but definately enough to get 5 boys and me to the table every night. Oh how we love pot roast, potatoes and carrots!
It wasn’t until I began dating John that I was introduced to the finer foods of this country (well, at least of Washington). For many years we dined at great restaurants throughout the Seattle area. As we would explore new restaurants from all the many ethnic backgrounds, my interest in how the food was prepared began to grow. One particular place that would shape my future was the Wolfgang Puck Restaurant in downtown Seattle. I ordered the most amazing roasted butternut squash ravioli with browned butter sauce, pine nuts and fried sage. The fact that Wolfgang did not grace our table that night was of no concern to me once I bit into that first succulant ravioli dripping with sauce from heaven. From that point on, I only wanted to know how that dish was made. It was that moment, that I remember, when my true passion for food was born. Simple ingredients put together to create a masterpiece of EPIC proportions. At least in my mind.
After growing our family to 6, I was making breakfast and dinner every day and quickly began looking for ways to expand my knowledge of food. I watched the “Food Network”, read recipe books, scoured the internet, took cooking classes from local kitchen stores and looked into the Art Institute of Seattle, which wasn’t an option at that time. Who wants to spend 2 hours a day just traveling to and from school! Let’s not even get into crossing the floating bridges during rush hour.
Instead, I began cooking for my friends and neighbors, having family parties and volunteering to make foods for anyone who was in need. Why I thought that would make me a better cook I am not sure. I just enjoyed bringing happiness to people when they ate my food.
Through the years I began to see my path unfolding to where I am today, at the Art Institute of Salt Lake. From here I don’t know where I will go but one thing is for sure…it will be a tasty future! What I do know is that my passion for food was not bred into me like many chefs. It has been a life long journey of self explorations, creativity and love.
Now, fortunately or not, you have the opportunity to keep up to date on my true successes and definite failures as I continue my journey through culinary school. I hope you will learn as I do and find inspiration to discover your passion whatever it may be.