Tag: kitchen life

The Ironic Feminist

A feminist cook. That sounds ironic.  Like one means woman wear pants and have a political career and the other means raising kids stuck under the rule of thumb.

But really, I am a modern day feminist cook.  Think about it coming full circle, the quintessential role of the woman who throughout the course of capitalism found herself to be surrounded by men in a testosterone centric system.  Kinda funny, huh.  I live off irony.

The feminist ideals are about the advocacy of women’s right on the grounds political, social, and economic equality with men.  How did this happen, I often wonder, how did the tables get turned on us is our arena?  Most people outside of the culinary world are unaware of how tipped the scales are, how male the kitchen life has become, how egotistical and competitous  this stage has become.  We have morphed into something so far from where we started.

The feminist movement stands for a lot of ideals, but it boils down to one concept: respect.  We want equal respect in what we do, in what we add to the team, in the skills we bring.  Not everyone is great at everything, that is why it takes a team to paint the full picture.  The ultimate goal the feminism is not to only promote the rights and the respect for women, it is to promote respect for what the individual can add to the soup.  America, the greatest melting pot the world has ever known, should embrace this flavor fully.

A Change is Going to Come

Tomorrow I am going to say a few words that are going to change my life.  I know its going to happen because I am the one deciding to follow the opportunity for a new job.  So tomorrow I am going to tell my current kitchen adios, its been short and mostly fun.

I am afraid to do it because I know that it is very unexpected, and I don’t want to say goodbye to my friends.  I feel like I am sitting at a point where I am going to tip into a new direction, but nobody else around me knows that the mountain is going to roll with a different slope.  I have changed my life so many times that it’s daunting because I know what is in store.  I am not sure I want to do it again.  Start afresh and anew, undo everything just to redo it in another manner.  Close the shop, move everything, unpack, get resettled and acquainted with the surroundings, develop a bond with the people around.

Since attending pastry school 5 years ago, I have lived 4 different apartments and have worked in (kiki’s, custom house, girl and the goat, publican, farmhouse, province, cicchetti, deleece, now la sirena) 9 kitchens.  That is a lot of life change for one girl.  This constant shifting and continual movement is making me quite tired.  I am exhausted of starting over, of turning the page over again and seeing a white sheet.

Am I afraid to do it again?  Yeah, kinda.  Am I excited?  I am too tired to fully answer that question right now.  Truthfully I am not entirely sure how the situation is going to unravel, I cannot predict what the reaction will be.

Today was the last day to be simply today, par for the course, clear sailing, everything is just like it normally is for a Saturday.  Tomorrow we set sail for a new course, to chase a new star.