The fact that I’m now in the food world is kind of hilarious since I’m not someone that can claim a lifelong love of food and cooking. I was actually an upsettingly picky eater until college, and my only culinary role model was my mother, a woman well-versed in the art of burning things. So it came as quite a shock to my family and friends when I announced that I was moving to Paris and enrolling in culinary school after college.
My early cooking school days were mildly traumatic, which is unsurprising given that the only thing I’d successfully “cooked” up to that point was a burnt grilled cheese. But after a couple of months, I had become a completely different person. I was gutting and filleting fish, deboning chickens, breaking down whole rabbits, and whipping up hollandaise sauce without breaking a sweat. The most insane part was that I loved every second of it. Realizing that I’d found my (very unexpected) calling, I enthusiastically signed on to complete the full diploma program and never looked back.