For the longest time (mostly my pre-undergrad years), I thought I wanted to go to culinary school. Today, I know better. I think culinary school would ruin my love for cooking. I don't care that I'm not voiced in molecular gastronomy or that I don't chiffonade basil onto a plate before serving. So what if I'll never have a single Michelin star? Who cares if I don't prepare sweet breads in my kitchen on a regular basis? I do, however, know how to make good food. I delight in creating meals for my friends and family.
I started to really get into cooking during college, when I moved into my own apartment. Being away from home, I longed for the comfort foods with which I was raised. Family recipes. My mom's family didn't have a lot of money when she was growing up, so my grandma did what she could with what they had. As it turned out, her recipes quickly became some of my favorites.
Now, I would much rather go out to eat at some local, hole-in-the-wall, mom-and-pop restaurant than experience "fine dining". It's overpriced, so contrived and extremely pretentious. All I want are fresh ingredients, seasoned properly. I don't believe that eating well should be reserved for the elite.
I would hardly consider myself a "foodie"...I'm just a girl who uses cooking as a medium to show my love.
Always,
Stina
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