Welcome to The Wannabe Chef.
The truth is that no one’s born a chef; we all come into this world the same way: Naked. We have no aprons, no whisks, and no poofy hats.
It took me 18 years of life to fall in love with cooking. Before then, I made brownies from boxes and microwaved popcorn, but I never really fell in love with the ingredients—just the food.
I remember the first real cookie recipe I made—oatmeal cookies with coconut, dark chocolate chips, and lots(and lots) of butter. When people told me they truly enjoyed what I created, it was like a high. I never stopped trying after that more and more to please others with my cooking.
At 18 I found myself alone and in charge for the first time. Who cooks in college? Nobody cooks in college. But I cooked in college. Armed with just a frying pan and a 30-year old stove 3 stories below me, I was determined to make my own food whenever possible. It just tasted better. And when I could cook for others felt like a dream come true; I’ve never stopped being delighted in having others enjoy the food I make.
And then it hit me: I want to be a chef. At 19, it was just one of those moments where I was cooking and thought “If only I could do this for a living!” when I realized you can do this for a living. It’s called being a chef…
I’ve never taken a formal cooking class in my life; I’m a college student taking courses for a concentration has nothing to do with food. And all I want to do in life is cook. I cook for fun; I cook to relax; I cook to eat; I cook to please. And I’m determined to make this work, because I’ve always believed you can do anything you put your mind to.
So won’t you join me? I can promise you recipes, food talk, and ramblings about some of my favorite chefs. My road might be long, but it will be tasty, because I am the wannabe chef.