(n.) From the Filipino verb luto, to cook; a common childhood game of pretend-cooking. On the world wide web, a chronicle of a journey into professional cooking.
Si l’amour ne demande que des baisers à quoi bon la gloire de cuisinier? (If love requires only kisses, what is the use of the fame of the cook?) -Rene Black, maitre d'hotel of the Waldorf-Astoria from the 1930s-40s
I am a bookworm, arts addict, indefatigable traveler, animal lover, frustrated gardener and occasional writer. My fascination with food - the crunchy, oozing, tangy, flaky, pungent, spicy, succulent, sweet glory of it all - inspired me to go to cookery school so I could leave my soulless office job. This is the tale of my travails and triumphs as a cookery student, how I eased myself into cooking for a living, and a few other side-dishes.
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