There is nothing like the confidence you get from carrying a brand new knife kit chock full of 8 inch blades. I dare any person to lay their hands on my bag. In my wildest ninja fantasies I’d be able to wield my ninja sword in short movements, leaving my initials sliced through the fabric of my enemy’s shirt. In reality however, the weight of my uniform, work bag, and the knife case, is more likely to bring me down after one swift push from my perpetrator. The first couple times carrying the knifes around made me slightly anxious, as if at any moment a police officer would pull me aside and ask what I was carrying in my gargantuan bag. I’m sure the last thing he’d expect from the 5 ft 3 in girl would be such an extensive collection of sharp knifes.
Now this begs the question, why am I carrying around a bunch of sharp knifes? There can be only one reason and it is because I’ve enrolled in culinary school, French Culinary Institute to be exact. After much vacillation and even fear of an angry parental figure (my opinionated Spanish father) I decided to pursue what I really wanted.
The minute I walked into the school I felt like I was walking on air scented of roasted chicken and herbs, freshly baked bread, and recently glazed petit fours. During the orientation your tour guide offers you food at every corner. She gave me 2 loaves of bread, 3 chocolate croissants, some petit fours, and a macaron to eat there or take home. Walking on sunshine ooohh ooooh! After I tried on the hat and coat and I was sold.
Since last Saturday I’ve been attending classes 3 days a week, as I will be doing for the next 9 months. I hope to chronicle as much as I can but also write about the food I cook at home, the food I love most, and maybe even throw in a couple travel pictures. I am taking night classes at FCI which is very convenient for people like myself who work during the day. It works out great for me, besides getting a little tired from commuting and sleeping very little each night, but it’s worth it. It really is.
