In my very early years is where my fondest memories of the kitchen began. I still remember being in my aunts’ kitchen…….the sound of the running water as she washed the vegetables, and the beautiful aroma as it permeated throughout the house. I entertained the thoughts of becoming a chef, but being a homeless girl from Houston, didn’t allow me to dream of such things. So I went to work, just like everybody else in my family before me.
Not long ago I found myself sitting in a stuffy office, a bookkeeper, stressing out over numbers. My job eventually drove me over the edge. It turns out that after years of doing work I hated, I became severely depressed. Just waking up to go to work had triggered intense anxiety. It was not good for me to continue working in that profession any longer. I realized I had to follow the dream I had, to work in the culinary world.
Since my childhood I have viewed this gift in the kitchen as a way to show love, tenderness and caring of other people. It is a way to be compassionate, nurturing and pleasing to even the strangest of strangers. I want to give this gift to people. I would love to be a personal chef and get into the homes of people who appreciate my work. I want to give back what I was given as a child. I want to give back, what you might give me.
I am a military wife and mother of three. I am sure you can imagine how difficult finances are for us now. Your help is needed. Any help I get will literally help with tuition, groceries, gas, insurance and even our car note. Any help we get would be appreciated. Thank you.
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