Stressessee

For the first time in a long time I create a post.

I recently had to travel to Tennessee for a culinary externship. In the past I would love the travel, the drive across the country but recently I didn’t look forward to it. I just knew I had to do it and what should have been a 12 hour drive turned out to be an 18 hour drive. Let me tell you why.

Stress response. How my body reacts to stress now rather than how it did in the past. Before when I would be in a moment of excitement it would be a good rush of hormones.

Well, I want to write about how it affected me in the past, but it isn’t how its been affecting me recently. Stress has gone back to its regularly scheduled program. For the most part at least. I know there are still times when it wants to win over me but I have been able to bring it down. To target and find out where this is all coming from and how I can deal with it now. And I am dealing.

With everything from my health and heart condition to everything that is happening around me. Usually when I would have a heart thing I would go into a panic mode because I thought that it was a serious problem. Increasing my stress and stress hormones. Now when I get my heart PVC or PAC I am able to understand that it is a minor inconvenience that is going away. That as I work every day I am able to make my heart stronger and stronger and that there is a light at the end of the tunnel for this condition. Like I have in the past, the heart PAC and PVC’s will subside and go away.

I will keep working on my physical health so that my health can keep up with my lifestyle. I want to be able to eat and I want to be able to go out for a hike, or a run. I need to condition it all back to equilibrium and I will

This is more like a rant again, but I am strong. The mind is our friend that we can work in concert together.

Let this symphony ring!

Measuring Success

Original Post: 12AUG2018

As much as I might have felt that I want success for myself. I realize now that I want success mostly for my family.

The end goal for my culinary career and how I will measure my success is to have a place my family can go. If I have a big home I want it to be mostly for my family. A place where my mom, dad, and sister can also call home at any given time. I want to make sure that we all spend time together for dinner and holidays. If any of them are ever in need I want to be able to support them in anything they need help in. I would love for my mom to not have to work, only work because she wants to since she loves what she does. I would love to go on holiday trips with my sister to every part of the world she has always wanted to visit with out any restrictions on time or money. I would also love to have a ranch for my father so he can finally just have his own horses instead of having to play the horses of strangers at the racetrack.

I realized that this is how I want to measure my success. Not being a celebrity and being praised by others. I just want my family to be happy and comfortable at all times. This is going to be my driving force.

Have you found your driving force? Send me a message if you agree with anything I said and if you have similar feelings yourself and your goals. I would love to hear what others feel in this regard.

Thank you for reading. Today feels like a day for writing.

Admissions Letter

Original Post: 05AUG2018

This might be a copout for the next culinary post but I wanted to share the letter I sent to the Culinary Institute of America for the admissions essay.

Enjoy

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When I was younger I remember my father in the kitchen placing the yellow potatoes into the boiling pot of water making sure to salt it just enough. My mother added the remaining ingredients into the blender for huancaina sauce: queso fresco, ají amarillo, saltine crackers. She hit the start button. With the rice in the cooker and fries baking in the oven, my father tossed the cut tomatoes, red onion, and yellow chili into the Lomo saltado. The splash and sizzle, the aromas of the vegetables that emanated off of that pan – it was exciting for me. He added the last touches to finish the sauce and the scene started to calm down. Most kids would usually wait for the food to be done. I was always attentive in the kitchen; admiring my parents’ diligence in making something that I loved. That curiosity followed me into my adulthood.

Since then, I have always been exploring with food. Either through my travels or eating a home cooked meal with friends and family. Never feeling like I am done learning from my parents, elders, peers, books or online recipes. My favorite times are when I take to the kitchen with no recipe in mind – just ingredients and a genuine curiosity to make something that is pleasant to share. When the dish of my imagination comes together just right I know it is time to serve. Making something that is satisfying to my taste buds is one thing; when I see the faces of the people I invite light up, that is when I know my passion translated into something tangible. Taking the love I felt when my parents made our Peruvian food and passing that on to my future restaurant guests is something to live for.

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While I was in the Navy I enjoyed having dinner parties at my apartment at least once a week. It was a good way to bring better food to the bellies of hungry sailors like myself. Everyone gets tired of the same meals served at the galley. How many taco Tuesdays is enough before you get sick of them? On dinner party nights, I would usually make a main dish and tell everyone else to bring a supplementing dish. It was always fun and made for interesting combinations. For example, someone would always bring a fruit platter, regardless of the dish being made, and others will bring a whole roasted chicken. A crowd favorite was my Thai red curry. My roommate had me make it at least once a week. 

During these dinner parties I found it easy lead my friends in helping. I would ask them to open up a can of coconut milk, peel me a few potatoes for the pot, chop the herbs to put over the bowls. As long as I was detailed in what I was asking, they would do anything, willingly and promptly. The food was made sooner and reached stomachs quicker – everyone wins. It was also easy to share my kitchen with people that wanted to make their own food. From fancy vegan sandwiches to hearty pumpkin stews, everyone had a style and everyone worked together for our amazing nights. Managing my apartment kitchen with a house full of friends came easy to me. 

The experience I gained while I was in the Navy gave me the tools I needed to band a group together to achieve a goal greater than ourselves. As an Aviation Intelligence Operator, I learned how to be in charge of a team to create a final product that was something to be admired. In my line of duty any miniscule discrepancy can mean a product being rejected or worse; the unspeakable. Not only did I collect and analyze quality intelligence as an individual operator, I learned that the sum of my team’s collection was better than any individual piece. Otherwise you would have an unusable product, and in the case of cooking, an incomplete and tasteless dish.

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As I put this letter together, I had my first few days of apprenticeship at Kamal Cafe in Dharamkot, India. Raji and Kush have been running Kamal Cafe for over 11 years and their experience shows in the food and in the quality of service they provide to their guests. I am grateful to have two very helpful and patient masters. I realize that to be a great leader in the kitchen you have to be a great listener. Raji accommodates Indian cooking to the taste buds of guests from all over the world. I have the utmost respect for their operation as if it was mine. I know that I am not above anything including opening, cleaning, prep work, shopping, cooking, making masala chai and closing. All kitchen aspects are encompassed in this training and I am absorbing it fully and respectfully. This is something that is solidifying my passion for the kitchen. The next few months here are going to be exciting.

If the Culinary Institute of America were to have one spot left for a student I hope it would be me because I will bring the same passion I had as a child and as an adult to CIA. I will bring my full awareness and attention to the skillful art and process of working with a team in a kitchen. Finally, I will bring my ambition to be part of an amazing community of future chefs, senior chefs and restaurant business owners. 

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Thank you for reading if you did. This is not for granted, this is not just a step, this is my life.

First Culinary Post

Original Post: 03AUG2018

I recently applied to the Culinary Institute of America for a bachelors is Business Management with a Culinary Arts focus. Ah! I mean, what a beautiful thing. I’ve always loved cooking and if you ask some of the recent eaters of my food they would say that I love cooking as well. Especially that Thai Red Curry, right Amanda?

After weeks of yoga and refreshing the admissions website waiting to see if I got accepted to the school, the advisor finally answered the first of 200(exaggerating) calls I made to her. Being in India with 12hrs and a half of time difference really makes it difficult to communicate with anyone let alone a busy college advisor. I digress. She answered the call and tells me that I basically got accepted. That she is 99% sure that the board is going to accept me and that I will be going to the school in January. Woohoo!

In the meantime I’ll be here. In India. Learning everything I can from the amazing people that have been teaching me everything they know about cooking. Currently it is Northern Indian food in Dharamshala and in a few weeks I’ll get a taste of what is Central and South Indian food is like while I am in Varanasi. I already know it is going to be much different that what I have been eating here and I’m excited about it.

For now I’ll keep reading my books with culinary themes, as well as magazines. Soon enough the time will come. I’ll have lived in India for three and a half months visited Hong Kong and Seoul on my way back and would have packed and drove a truck while towing my car all the way from Miami to NY. The first day of school seems far away now but I know it’ll happen sooner than I think.

No real food in this post but I wanted to share what has been happening and what is going to happen. Thanks for reading. Be sure to look out for my next post on traveling. I’m going to share my first trip to Peru in 2010 and what it felt like to be me during that time.