Hi, I’m Kris.  I love to eat and to cook good food.   That’s me in the photo (middle) with my family (except for my husband Randy, who was taking the photo) doing one of the things I love to do best:  eating and drinking with them.  In this photo, we were in Vienna, Austria; the place was hot as hell; the beer was cold and refreshing; and the food was the best we had had our entire trip. But already I digress.

I decided to give this blogging thing a whirl, because I’m about to do something I never thought I would.  I’m going to culinary school.  And at the very least, I’m going to have fun documenting the adventure.

I’m really no different than any other foodie out there who dreams of going to culinary school. In fact, a lot of those foodies are probably a heck of a lot more talented at this cooking thing than I am.  But I love eating. I love reading cookbooks and food mags (Fine Cooking, Bon  Appetit, Rick Bayless, Alice Waters, to name a few). I really enjoy cooking, especially when I can take my time. And I get a kick out of making stuff for friends. Isn’t that enough?

How it started…

A few months ago, I saw an article in one of those stupid freebie mags that get delivered to condo residents. It was about a woman who became a personal chef, mid-career. That’s what started the wheels turning in my mind. “I could do that,” I thought.

Fast forward a few months. I was (am) miserable in my job.  I was having a conversation with my friend Marci, who noticed my apathy about every career direction that we discussed. Finally, she asked me, “Kris, what do you really want to do?”  I joked that I wanted to go to culinary school and start some sort of business around food. Well, Marci didn’t laugh at my “joke.” For the next 45 minutes, maybe an hour, she busted my chops while I came up with all kinds of excuses about why I shouldn’t give up my money, time and security to do something silly like go to culinary school. After awhile, I had no more excuses.  Marci talked me into taking the plunge.

Marci, and other friends since then, have helped me realize that I can think of nothing else at this stage of my life that I would rather do than go to culinary school and try to cobble together a career centered around great food.  Also, I’m going because I can.  I’ve made good money in a very stable job that is now unsatisfying, my husband is gainfully employed and extremely

supportive, and we have no children. We have a dog (Gunter – a rottie), but no kids.  I have the means to do this, so I’m doing it.

our rottie, Gunter

Tomorrow, the adventure begins – sort of.  I’m in Milwaukee, and have a few options for a culinary education.  The technical college here in my good city has a great program, but I’m uncertain if I could continue to work if I enroll.  I’m hoping to find a program that has evening courses, so that I can at least work part time.

There are a couple of colleges in Chicago, and one of them is having an open house tomorrow.  I will go, and hopefully NOT be surrounded by a bunch of teenagers (when I RSVP’d online, the form asked, “what year did you graduate from high school?”  Made me feel ancient. I’m 35.).

I’m excited. I’m a little apprehensive. But mostly, I’m hopeful.

Here’s to a little learnin’ and lots of good eatin’.