Ever since I can remember I've enjoyed food possibly more than anyone else I know. If it's not delicious it's probably not worth eating. Food is more than substinence; it's one of the greatest joys in life.
Nevertheless, before I had a clue about my life and passions, higher education was important to me (and still is for that matter - for the skills I've learned and experiences I've gathered). I graduated with a history degree from UW, lived a year in Paris, France studying political science, and spent 3 months in Bosnia i Herzegovina discovering history, culture, and literature through another exchange. Afterwords I worked 7 months in Moscow, Russia teaching English and contemplating my future (a very painstaking process - Alice - if you're reading - you know this).
All these experiences were very important to me and more or less needed to happen for me to end up where I am today. Particularly in Russia, the first post-graduate job I ever had, I needed to think critically about my interests now and my vision for myself in the future. I think I drove my roommate Alice mad changing my career every week, if not more. Ultimately I determined that the life of the expat was no life for me.
I remembered this quote and pined after it. Wouldn't this be ideal? The more I thought about it the more I was drawn to the culinary arts. In the real world what matters most is the quality of life you lead. While I have very little 'real world' experience I am most certain of this. I need to surround myself with something I love, and something that can permeate through the different stratas of my life - work - friends - family. Something like food."If you love what you do you don't work a day in your life."
And so it was. I separated from my job as a teacher and brought public my life long love affair with food. It's at least worth a shot...