I realize the truth behind my reasons to go to culinary school. It wasn't about turning 40 or about reaching a new level of skill or perfection. For me, cooking makes people happy.
I made 84 recipes and spent over 100 hours in the kitchen. I did it at the risk of my marriage (Con Ed turned my electricity off twice), my children's well-being and in the face of turning 40.
When I arrive, she's giddy as a schoolgirl, and I'm forced to remind her that the only thing extra-virgin in the room is olive oil.