Something I hope to do in my life.

I want to go to Italy. And Paris. I want to eat at El Bulli (although, it is closing in two years and it takes at least that long to get a reservation) and The French Laundry and Frontera Grill. I want to go to Napa Valley and walk amongst the vines of Chateau Montelena. I want to travel and eat and drink and see the world.

But, most of all, I want my own restaurant. I want to design the menu, the bar, the chairs, the logo, even the front door. I want to create beautiful food from local, sustainable ingredients. And pair that food with the perfect wine. I want people to remember my food as their favorite food. I want regulars, that come in every Thursday for the pork chop special and a glass of sauvignon blanc. I want people to celebrate birthdays and anniversaries there. 

I know that most of these things will never happen. But, if you asked me two years ago if I would be in culinary school working 50 hours a week and falling more and more in love with food, I would have told you to fuck off. I never would have guessed I could pull this off. I never would have guessed I would have the balls to do what I did. Sometimes I still don't believe it. Some days I wake up and in the haze of sleep, think I am waking up to go sit in a cubicle for 8 hours. I always smile when I realize that I will never sit in a cubicle again. 

So, one day I hope to own my own restaurant and to travel the world. A year ago I hoped just to get into culinary school, before that I hoped to figure out what I wanted to be when I grew up. I hope in a year I can knock one more thing off the list.