Evolution of a Soul…

I woke up one morning & thought about the fact that I’m not just launching a business, I’m actually making my dream come true… a dream I didn’t even realize I had until, after getting laid off in October 2012, I took the time to really STOP, look deep within myself, and ask “What do I REALLY want to do… and What am I going to do about it?

I realized that, not only have I always loved to eat, and loved to cook, but some of my favorite memories involve food:

• Every day, from 1st grade through 4th grade, I went home for lunch and ate a Peanut Butter & Jelly sandwich (which HAD TO BE cut in half diagonally or else the rest of my DAY was ruined), an Apple, and a glass of Strawberry Milk. It never occurred to me that I might have been a creature of habit, all I knew was that this was my favorite lunch, and I looked forward to having it every day… Today, I still love Peanut Butter, I still love Strawberry Milk, but I can’t stand Grape Jelly. Go figure… *smiling & shaking my head*

• I was one of those kids who COULD NOT STAND IT if my foods were “touching each other” on the plate. I always ate everything, I never had a problem with vegetables, I didn’t mind trying new foods, but if my Mashed Potatoes & Gravy ran into MY PEAS? My entire appetite was ruined, and I couldn’t eat anything on the plate. Yep, it was THAT BAD. *laughing & shaking my head*

• I was always a “Daddy’s Girl” to my very core (and still am, even though My Daddy passed away in 1995). My Daddy loved STEAK… It was always a treat whenever my mother would make steak for dinner, and an even bigger treat when we were able to go to the Rustler or Sizzler restaurant (Seriously Old Skool! *smile*) for dinner on a Sunday. After I graduated from college & started working, I KNEW I wanted to take My Daddy out for dinner on Father’s Day… I saved my money, I made the reservation, and I took him to one of the best Steakhouses in Philadelphia, Ruth Chris, right there on Broad Street.

He wore a Suit & Tie and smelled like Grey Flannel, just like he did every Sunday. I remember him saying “Are you sure this isn’t going to be too expensive?” and I smiled proudly and said “No, Daddy, this is YOUR day… Order whatever you want.” He ordered a Fillet Mignon, Baked Potato, and Broccoli and so did I. *smile*

Now, My Daddy was a self-defined “Meat & Potatoes Man”, definitely “old school”, and he liked his vegetables cooked until they were DEAD. So he didn’t love the Steamed Broccoli, but he ate it and said “They should have COOKED IT longer, but it costs too much not to eat it!” … Oh DADDY!!! *laughing & shaking my head*

Taking the workshops in Culinary Arts & Pastry Arts at The Restaurant School this year has definitely helped me to “step up my game”, and I’m absolutely ready to take my love of food & my freshly minted skills to the next level. In a few short weeks, I’ll enter the kitchens of my clients. I can’t wait to prepare & serve meals, to describe the meals, and to see the looks on the faces of my clients when they taste what I’ve prepared for them. *smile*

I’m excited to share my journey with you. I’m planning for the growth of Salt, Pepper, and Soul to be slow but steady, but through all my joys, my sorrows, my inedible failures, and my delectable successes, food will be my constant love.

During various times in the past 48 years, I have described myself as a daughter, a student, a college graduate, a wife, a mom, a lesbian, an administrative professional, an IT professional, and a businesswoman. Today, I am a Personal Chef, and the ridiculously proud owner of Salt, Pepper, and Soul LLC.

Welcome to My Blog.  Welcome to MY EVOLUTION. *smile*


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