I come from a family of scientists.
My dad is an electrical engineer.* My mom is a laboratory technician. My brothers didn't fall far from the tree, one being engineer and the other being a pharmacy tech preparing to start pharmacy school next year.
I liked the idea of being a starving biologist, getting dirty in a jungle to save some habitat and never earning a cent; a poor nerd fighting the good fight. But the more I looked for a job, the clearer it became that this wasn't really my passion. After several months of sifting through the internet for biology internships, I realized one big thing: This is not what I want to do for the rest of my life.
That left the question open: What do I want to do with my life?
This idea is probably why people often end up working in jobs they don't really care for; they have financial needs and whatever they actually enjoy doing is too fanciful to believe in for legitimate employment. I'm here to smash that idea and by golly, reader, you're going to watch.
Part of my game plan to achieve my tag line is to bake something I've never baked before once or twice a week. This decade to complete success is a rough time estimate and of course there are other steps along the way in addition to experimenting in my own kitchen, but I figure a weekly program of my baking escapades will keep me inspired and keep you tuned in. You'll also see posts about industry people I've met, restaurants I'm applying to, interesting technique demos, and normal oven goodies sprinkled in.
Please keep reading and feel free to send me various tidbits pertaining to the art of pastry making.
*Or rather, he was an electrical engineer. Pops retired last month.