Maybe the blog name to suggest that I do not like the kitchen, but that's not what I wanted to reflect just the opposite.
The truth is that the kitchen was, is and will be the main point of my life, but sometimes I feel that if I had chosen another profession I would have gone one better.
I have 22 years, I've been cooking since he was 9, professionally since he was 17 and I've spent so many hours, many days that I think I can say I'm a cook. From French cuisine to Thai, from the strangest of medieval recipes or the first soup that humans could eat. That's me. Sometimes I think I have no heart, no lungs, but basil sprigs and millions of little pots of spices.
Now I'm unemployed, well, now I'm home with pneumonia and in pajamas ... but what I mean. I think that is what has left me, with my knowledge, all my hours of work, illness and back pain:). In these years I have worked an average of 10 hours. Sometimes 18, sometimes 12, but never less than 8 (not even when I left for a hit a rib). The kitchen is well, "you never feel, do not lean on the table, do not rest one leg over the other, do not rest, which reflects your face no fatigue or pain, do not talk, cry, etc., etc.." And all that after your skills are not valued, even you are discharged from social security. But of course, has something very good, and it is a wonderful profession to which you can never stop loving.
So I start this blog. This will be my way of teaching what I learned. This is my way of feeling useful.
The truth is that the kitchen was, is and will be the main point of my life, but sometimes I feel that if I had chosen another profession I would have gone one better.
I have 22 years, I've been cooking since he was 9, professionally since he was 17 and I've spent so many hours, many days that I think I can say I'm a cook. From French cuisine to Thai, from the strangest of medieval recipes or the first soup that humans could eat. That's me. Sometimes I think I have no heart, no lungs, but basil sprigs and millions of little pots of spices.
Now I'm unemployed, well, now I'm home with pneumonia and in pajamas ... but what I mean. I think that is what has left me, with my knowledge, all my hours of work, illness and back pain:). In these years I have worked an average of 10 hours. Sometimes 18, sometimes 12, but never less than 8 (not even when I left for a hit a rib). The kitchen is well, "you never feel, do not lean on the table, do not rest one leg over the other, do not rest, which reflects your face no fatigue or pain, do not talk, cry, etc., etc.." And all that after your skills are not valued, even you are discharged from social security. But of course, has something very good, and it is a wonderful profession to which you can never stop loving.
So I start this blog. This will be my way of teaching what I learned. This is my way of feeling useful.
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