I don't know what brought me to this thought. Going to culinary school to me is like saying you served in the military. When you tell people they're generally impressed and you're pretty proud of yourself for attending. Then you think back at some of the memories and some are good, but there are some that you would much rather forget. There's really no way to explain to other people how hard it is because they don't understand, they've never been through it. There are nights that you wake up because of the memories or your inability to take that part of you out.
Now I'm not undermining the Military or those that serve, because the horrors they face are completely different from culinary school and have more lasting consequences. I'm only saying the stress that they cause have similar reactions.
Just some food for thought...
My class. Chef said serious, half of us got the memo.
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If everybody got to eat the meal you made for me, I bet they would get a better idea of what you went through to be able to produce such a masterpiece!
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