non scholæ sed vitæ discimus
Dear Monsieur or Madame,
Looking at my CV you’ll see no mention of the heat of summer kitchens, the fluidity of a well-laid line, crisp starched tablecloths, or the labor of love that is the demand of the brigade. You’ll see office jobs held, projects managed, budgets accounted for, a winery to be fair, but only a one-dimensional picture of my pursuits. Food and drink are the hours between the words on that page. My escape from obligation. The breaths between client meetings and conference calls. My quiet moments kneading dough, separating eggs, sweating onions, or sweating over a soufflé.
