THE EARLY DAYS
I grew up on Teow-chew food, my Chinese immigrant parents’ attempts to make American food, McDonald’s for breakfast every Sunday morning and dinner every Wednesday evening, Jersey-style pizza and the food network. My sister and I used to split the 9th bagel bite down the middle.
HUNGRY IN HANGZHOU
During my 19-month stint in Hangzhou, China working for a solar company, I chowed down with a group of expats (culinary geniuses!) where I learned one of the most valuable food (and life) lessons.
FOOD MANTRA #2: If you want it badly enough, you'll make it happen.
In that concrete jungle, I had fish and chips, balcony-cured salami, philipino lettuce cups, pizza, and southern gumbo.
FOOD MANTRA #1: Eat everything. Don't eat too much of anything.
QUARTER LIFE CRISIS
Lots of things were going EHHHHH in my life, so I hastily quit a relationship and my job. Spent 6 months trying to put pants on in the morning while dabbling in professional networking events. Eventually said "fuck it" and went all in with this food career.
I am in the millennial yuccie school of making the (wo)man, not the goal. But clarity, and the goal = work with food, make an honest living. Also I keep reading about the lack of women chef's and their challenges in the kitchen. It all makes me want to *** and be the ***,
NEW PARIS LIFE
2016 was a whirlwind year. I decided // AFPA Mooc, CAP Cuisine, PMSMP, WWOOF, Ownmunch
I moved to Paris in 2012, and over the years absorbed culinary influences from my current German ex-now-roommate Michael, France, ***
FOOD MANTRA #3: Everything I learned from 20/20 was a lie