I am a glutton. Not in the traditional sense, although, admittedly, I do love food. What I’m a glutton for is school, or maybe more accurately learning. School is what I do when I don’t know what else to do. As a consequence, I’ve sought refuge in grad school on three separate occasions. And I swore the last degree (MFA, Non Fiction Writing) would be the end of it–while, of course, saying in the same breath, only really half-joking, that the next time it would be culinary school.
And so five years after the last stint of school, I’m back for more. This time I’ve at least learned enough to forego the huge tuition and actual certificate (maybe). While I’d love to do it, I don’t really feel it’s necessary to go all the way through a degree program this time around. Instead, I found the best of both worlds. A short, 12-week crash course in the culinary basics that fulfills (for now) the compulsion to learn and the desire to acquire some semi-professional (or at least home amateur) cooking skills. Kitchen on Fire, here I come; gluttony fulfilled!