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        Passion.  This word gets tossed around an awful lot these days.  Back in our parent's formative years, it was just called a job.  Luckily for us, we've been given choices.  Unfortunately, we've been given too many choices.  So we search on and on for this “passion”.  Time passes by.  You start to think, "maybe I don't have a passion, I just have hobbies."  Then one day, when you're about thirty, it smacks you right in the face.

While I was attending college, I got a job in a restaurant as a hostess.  After a while, I started waiting tables, then I expedited food, and eventually found myself helping to manage the behemoth.  After one too many nights in high-heels, I needed a change.  I found a job in a newly opened bar as a waitress—something with less responsibility.  This bar turned out to be a revolution of sorts in Boston.  The cocktail scene was exploding and soon thereafter, I found myself behind the bar.  It wasn’t long before my pallet could recognize different hops and appreciate the subtleties of Mezcals or Bourbon.  My days of Blue Moon and Swedish Fish shots were over.  Jump to a few years later and I again found myself helping to run the whole shebang.  All along, I had been tasting, smelling, navigating a kitchen, and learning the ins and outs of a restaurant.  At home I cooked non stop and loved it.  Then one day it hit me.  What started out as a job to get beer money had turned into a passion.  The lightbulb burned brightly and I knew I needed another change, but this was going to have to be epic. 

        I quit my job, packed my bags, moved to LA, and got married.  My husband and I decided that I either had to go to culinary school or get a job and work my way up in the kitchen.  The latter being the preferred choice with the ripe ol’ age of thirty rearing its ugly head around the corner.  Once I knew what I wanted, things started to magically fall in place.  I got an administrative job for a catering company whose Chef and food I found highly inspiring.  I did anything to get my foot in the door, months passed, and one day the Chef made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.......