School bag, check.
Bundle of nerves, check.
Last Wednesday I packed my bag and went back to school, at Leiths School of Food and Wine. Feeling like a kid again with first day nerves.
My new home from home
Every year on the first day of school when I really was a kid my Dad brought me to McDonald's. He texted on Wednesday wanting to know who was going to bring me this time? If I'd gone I'd have ordered a supersize happy-delirious meal.
My head is bursting with all the information and I can't wait to share the adventures. It's been a manic few days and did you know that pastry knows when you're afraid of it? It does. It really does.
But for now I'm taking a few days to settle in and trying not to burn/cut or otherwise injure myself or any cooking equipment. The first full update is in the oven...it's just warming up. Last cooking analogy, promise. Otherwise this could be a long six months. Oops.