Eleven years ago, I enrolled myself into culinary school. Mom told me, “You can cook for your friends, but you can’t cook for a living.” I paid my way through school by print and fit modeling, I struggled. I still pay my culinary school loans to this very day. I’m now in T O K Y O in a Japanese intensive cooking training, and I feel a heavy heart.
Deep emotions and feelings come back. From that asshole on Top Chef season one who tried to tell me I’d never make it, to the days of saving pennies in Brooklyn, to the incredible support team (my posse) I’ve got in CA, NY + JAPAN (どうもありがとう!) I invested in my heart and work, I pushed myself hard and I’m still doing that, each day. With this career has come massive sacrifice, but I...