Boy, do I have some Tales to Tell...
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
 
Time to wake up
 
So, I've decided that I need to start using this blog again.  I morphed it into a place to just put down my thoughts.  But I never really used it as much as I should.  So, now, I am.

I'm beginning to get a bit concerned about what I am doing. 

I love cooking as a professional.  I like that I feel so comfortable in a kitchen.  I think it's really what I am good at.  I like that even after a full day of cooking, I can still come home and cook a meal from scratch.  I love finding ingredients that make me think.  I like that change is a constant with what I do.

I love that being a freelance cook has really forced me to become so well-rounded as a cook.  I won't say that I cook something new every day.  I definitely don't.  I just like that I am forced to use all my skills to adapt to new surroundings, new products, and new people.  Often.  AND in a medium that I find stimulating.

But back to my concern:  it's the middle of the dead time of freelance cooking.  Very little catering goes on during February and beginning of March.  I expected it.  But I am still concerned about money.  I work one or two days a week which does not generate a lot of cash.  And I am suddenly very aware of it.

I am thankful that my partner is supportive of me.  I am thankful that I have my severance from my last job to help tide me over.  I just don't want to have to rely on that.  I have decided to apply for some part-time work in other kitchens.  Hopefully they pan out.  I just don't want to go back to working in the front of the house of a retail establishment, even if it is with food.  We'll see.

So, here goes.  I'm going to start letting go of my thoughts here.  Be wary.  Later.

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