a gourmet life...
I guess I always liked cooking: for Mother’s Day, for my children, for my family, for my friends… My mother was so happy and quite relieved when I would visit her, even for few days in the summer family house and would cook for the crew stuck for hours around the table. I loved that. I always did. From the first tart I made with margarine (no use to waste butter !!) and spread some homemade jam on it, offering it to my father to taste. He was so brave to try. I promised later on I would try and improve my culinary art.
He was sure of that, because at this period girls were not pushed to pursue long studies. Their way was to marry, have kids and prepare nice dishes for the husband and family (Huh... I did all that... but unfortunately my husband was not a gourmet). I attended every cooking class organized in my high school. I was in heaven when the time came to practice, hands on... and so proud to bring back something at home.
Many many years after that, I attended courses organized by the Paris City Hall. Seats where rare and instructors were very famous and talented. I registered first to the Pastry classes as Cooking classes were often full. Finally I attended them both. I registered to pass the two exams in a very famous culinary college, as a « self taught », along with the 20’s years old apprentices in third year classes. I received my two National diplomas. The examiner told me that I will go « far ». He was right. Some months later, I left France with my beloved teenager and flew to Canada.
Far, indeed... Almost 6000 km...