Re-working the pattern

I have spent some time just letting myself dream a teeny weeny little bit. Maybe it was when I was going through all the cooking mags and loose recipes I've collected. Maybe it was reading about Wow's trip to GB Russo's... Or maybe it's all the damn Food Network I watch as I go about my mental breakdown throughout the day!

See I am not just a food junkie. I adore the process of cooking, presenting food, and what got me into weight trouble- eating. I have tons of Cooking Light magazines and a nice little collection of cookbooks, and Everyday Food magazine, and Real Simple, and Gourmet and Fine Dining and well... you get the picture. I am a William & Sonoma wannabe, a Foodie-Pseudo enthusiast, a serveware whore*. (*I like all the little plates, special glasses, spoons, bowls and crap to serve and present food on.) When I wander about Grand Rapids and think about what my life has turned into and consider the "trauma parfait" that I call my soul I consider the few things that I remember make me happy.

I love to feed people. I love cooking. I love dishes. I like hearing people sip and crunch and aah! Beeeelch over good food. I like introducing people to favorite restaurants and watching them light up over a sampling of an entre or try a sumptuous dessert. I like collecting spices and trying to figure out what goes with what. I like surprising people with what I create.

So I've been thinking. What about Culinary School? Maybe I could have a little mini W&S shop or run a bistro? Or start up a catering business or be a personal chef or something? I have a lot of crap to learn that is for sure and for now it's just a spark of a dream. a glitter square. a glimmer on the pond. a single sprinkle on the parfait. Right now there is so much to wait on though and I am scared. We've decided that we aren't moving until after some major stuff happens. Like my grandpa is dying and I kinda am not ready to leave Michigan yet. Maybe it's good for me to just focus on this little thing for now. Stick to sorting through my mags, getting my recipes in order, cutting out pictures of my dream kitchen and making a list of my dream appliances and gadgets. Just try to keep this stuff in my pocket and not on my sleeve... not let it or me float off anywhere... Phew.... crash landing on the flight pattern there!