I’m writing this post with a pillow on my lap and the computer comfortably resting on top. Dad and I are driving in my small Toyota on I-95 up the East coast. We’re on the long and winding road to the Culinary Institute of America in Hyde Park, NY. Yes, its finally here! It only took 9 years since the time I decided I wanted to be in this profession and go to this school. The idea of beginning a new chapter is always daunting but there’s a certain thrill, throwing caution to the wind! Up to this very point in my life I’ve had a plan. I knew where I was going and I always saw the destination coming. Even in my day to day activities I needed to see the end. Every time I got my hands on a new book the first thing I did was read the last page (yeah, a real party pooper). As I write my own book both literally and metaphorically, I don’t want to know how I’ll live “happily ever after”. I don’t want to see what comes next. I want to be surprised (good or bad). Looking at recipes, you see how to make whats in front of you. If I can teach you (the reader) anything its that life is not a recipe. Nothing and no one will tell you how to make it. Isn't that what makes life so unpredictable though? If we knew what was hidden in every treasure chest, if we saw the storms headed our way; what would we learn? My point here is to measure life in moments, not in tablespoons or cups. Its great to see the big picture but take it slow and savor each passing second.
|The Culinary Institute of America (CIA) in Hyde Park, NY|
From now on JeremyCooks will be writing to you from New York & beyond! I’ll have new adventures, recipes, and stories to share. I hope you’ll join me in writing the next chapter.
...And they all lived
Keep on Cooking,