My Friendship with Food: 2013

After a long week of contemplating, browsing for a new job that suits my needs better, I finally found one. But with only 7 days in a week, all are occupied with working my butt off, I need to quit one of my jobs. I'd be lying if I said I'm totally happy at my previous job. I like the people I worked with and the job itself is really easy. And THAT'S the problem. It's so easy, I didn't learn anything. I crave to learn more than what I already know (which is not much). And this job didn't involve a lot of cooking.

So after numerous working interviews I went to, there is this one kitchen crew where I feel that I belong. They're opening a new dive bar on Capitol Hill. I finally find a mentor and a group of people I enjoy working with. No matter how crass our banter can be, when it comes to working, no one makes me feel stupid for asking how a savory herb looks like. No one laughs at me when I told them I'd never portioned cod before. No one treats me like a dumb-ass, even though they've worked in the kitchen of Seattle's top restaurants before.

I still work as prep cook for one of the famous food trucks of Seattle. And I love this job, too. I love how the people that work in this company, have so much love, passion and energy to share their love of food with customers.