Tonight happiness just envelopes me. I had the most ass-kicking workout EVER. I came home, treated myself to a Modelo Especial with lime/salt/tapatio and made myself a Vietnamese noodle soup with an amazing garlicky, sour, spicy broth and I am watching the incredible sunset from my apartment which happens to have a killer view of the Marin Headlands and the ocean. I am spending this Friday night by myself, in my apartment working on my brand new catering business. The Chef is in Pittsburg (CA) teaching a culinary class at Contra Costa College and at the moment I feel completely at peace with myself, comfortable with my own company and in my own skin. A feeling overpowers me that this is an incredible time in my life where at 22, my destiny is in my hands. I have been despairing for months about the way that the economy has been affecting my life and my ability to get a job. Out of crisis comes opportunity if you are open to it. Now I am not wasting away in a feeling that I am not good enough for the jobs out there, I am rising up to the challenge that I have been thrown and building an empire from a dream. There is some fear and doubt associated with building a small business but I have decided to kick them to the curb. I am fully invested in building Chef's Lover Catering and revolutionizing the catering industry. Well, perhaps it is not that I am interested in revolutionizing the industry, but we would like to give our clients something they have never experienced before in catering. The experience that we provide is fun, interactive and flashy. We are all about the show, plating to order instead of dropping off big vats of buffet food. We believe in integrity of product and presentation and use only local, sustainable product. The feeling of building something that will sustain the chef and I in many profound ways is a transformative feeling. There is something powerful about simplicity and that is the kind of night I am having. I feel true happiness at this moment and I'm ecstatic that I can share it with you.
