When I’m at work, my hands deep in a metal bowl, cold water rushing over them as I rinse off mussels, I realize how far I’ve come to achieve my dream of working with food for a living.
Food is both work and play and although I truly love every moment that I’m working with, thinking about or talking about food, I sometimes find it hard to unwind because my hobbies (making jam or baking cookies, for example) reminds me of work.
I don’t want to change my relationship with cooking–baking bread on a Sunday afternoon in November will always appeal to me–but I do want to give myself the space to explore new hobbies.
I’m not sure what those hobbies will be–I already enjoy writing so I will keep up with that. I’ve also enjoyed painting and jewelry making in the past.