reflections on my decisions

So I've been thinking about doing this post for awhile now and finally took the time to sit down and write it.

It was around this time last year, that I was starting to think where I was, wasn't where I needed to be. It was my second year at Rutgers and I still felt like something was off and that it wasn't the place for me. I remember I would have conversations with my mom and say jokingly, that after I graduate I would consider getting a degree from a culinary school.

Cooking in my family has always meant something . Gathering around in the kitchen has always made me happy. I loved family dinners, food and baking. It was what always made me happy. When I lived at my apartment at school, I always looked forward to grocery shopping and cooking my dinner for the night. As the year progressed, I began collecting more recipes to try, started reading cooking magazines and read up on my stuff. Also, after reading lots of foodie blogs with authors who had gone to culinary school I decided to do some research. After taking a class on baking bread at Le Cordon Bleu I was convinced I was finally finding my place.

While it hasn't always been easy, I could not be happier with the decision I made to attend culinary school. It has taught me so much. I have learned to love the routine, getting up early, wearing the uniform. I feel like I have grown and learned so much from my first semester and I can't wait to see what comes next this semester!

So stay tuned, because I'd like to share more about my culinary school experiences this year!