I do understand that business and actual cooking are two different aspects, and having the technical skills is in no way correlated to a business success. But this is something for my own creative aspirations. The past few years, where I was actually exploring cooking, and invested time and money into it, buying better cutlery tools , importing legitimate ingredients from other cuisines, buying books books and whatever else; all paid off. I didn’t give myself enough credits and when people gave me compliments, I used to and still would say something along the lines of thanks but you must be hungry, or they’re being kind–not accepting the compliments, something I need to work on accepting; I am cheap on myself, not just in physical items but in compliments as well, less and less now that before, I can attest to that. Witnessing back how I felt and dealt with such situation does tell me a lot about myself. I have came a long and hard way to this point.
Anyways, this was brought up by this cooking class. I realize that when I used to say that I know this and that, and I could do this and that, I really did stand up to my word and was not lying to myself. It was a foundational class, and I did learn some basic things here and there, the most valuable thing was that I am reassured that I do know more than I gave myself credit for. All that I spend on learning was not in vain nor is it a pipe dream. Grounding is what it is. Further, I loved the environment, it was fun and I knew my way around the kitchen, it was like I was no stranger. Super comfortable around the place, moving as I please, not rigid in my feet. Also, I felt at peace, something from Love Bomb I suppose.
One thing that keeps puzzling me for a couple of weeks now. People talking (this sentence, was also being played out by Zeppling Dazed and Confused, as I was typing, which reminds me of the When the Levee breaks randomly playing in the post office that one time; when we were listening to it in the car, not minutes before, which bring back another memory and so on lol) people talking English, random words here and there when I am around; English is a third language here and very rare at it, preceded by French. It happened today a couple of times, surreal is what it is, among many other things. I have some darkly-fun theories about it, but I supposed Ill use them to fuel my novel that I keep pushing ffs. All I do so far is add snippets to my codex. Fine tuning and reshaping.
Oh, well, I could keep on wri