|St. Paul's Irish Fair. Fairly certain Irish people will not dress like this. Or will they?|
I was on Twin Cities Live and was *this close* to winning a trip to the Emerald Isle, but had no fighting chance against every beer-laden bite of the other running water deprived contestant's soup? Well, guess what TCL? You've inspired me to chase my dreams, to live with abandon, to run with the wind! The eleven-year-old little girl who played make-believe restaurant and then checked out Thai cookbooks at the library so she could cook the family dinner has finally acknowledged what has been inside of her the whole time. I'm going to be a bonafide chef.
|A girl at St. Paul's Irish Fair.|
|Do Irish toddlers dress in kilts?|
The school I'm attending is on 100 acres of organic farmland on the southern coast of Ireland, 45 minutes east of Cork, in Shanagarry. The school uses the sustainable "Farm to Table" approach as they grow all their own produce in greenhouses, raise their own livestock, and use every compostable scrap from the kitchen. I'll be a five minute walk from the ocean. When not at school, the only wi-fi available to me will be at the pub, ah shucks. But, I won't be needing wi-fi because I'll be learning fine cuisine, how to filet a fish, naming and identifying all types of vegetables and herbs and memorizing cooking techniques that have French names I'll mangle in pronunciation, how to make puff pastry, and croissants, croissants! It'll be 8 hours a day, 5 days a week, for 12 weeks. Intense and whirlwind may be some (scary) words to use here. Deep breathing.
|Will herds of sheep stop traffic?|
My CSA posts will be put on hold. My recipe writing may come to a screeching halt. My new kitchen will be a small, cramped Irish kitchen using the metric system and a new, very sharp knife engraved with my initials which is sure to slice at least one finger pad off. Those who have gone before me claim I will seemingly forget how to cook. An onion will perplex, putting me into the cold sweats. I'll wonder how I ever chopped one before, even though I chop at least one onion every day. When an Irish cooking instructor with a lilting voice is looking over your shoulder asking if you weighed the flour correctly, you may wonder if you still know how to use a measuring cup.
So, my adventure begins in a couple weeks. I hope to write everyday, almost like a personal journal of the experience because I want you to experience it with me! I'm going to be homesick, so I
want need you to comment and let me know you're out there, reading along with me! I know I'll have no shortage of beautiful photos, so make sure to follow me on Instagram! And I'm coming back a chef. To cook for you!