So often you hear how people turned their lives around through cooking. They were going down a dark road of either drug and alcohol abuse, gangs or sometimes just plain “bad behavior”. Then they stepped into a kitchen, discovered cooking and turned their lives around. When I hear a story like this, I feel so happy for them. Happy in a kind of distant and detached, “I’m so happy your happy” way. This all becomes very three dimensional when it happens to someone you know, love, care about, and have faith in their inner goodness.
One day, after three years of working with one of my young cooks, he walked into my ofﬁce, sat down in a chair with tears of joy in his eyes. “Katie”, he said, “I just want to thank you for this opportunity. I never ever thought that I could learn to create such amazing food. It makes me so proud and inspired. I thought of myself as worthless, that I’d never be or do anything good, and now when I create, I know I’m good. I can taste it, I can see it, I bring joy to people. I’m accomplished!”. To which I say, that is just so cool! Do you have a story like this about someone you know?