Chiabbata

My  job has made me stray far too away from what I love doing.  Haven’t been in the kitchen for almost 6 months now and I’m missing the times that when I woke up in the morning I almost said to myself fuck it! Leave my current job and start cooking again.  But still, I keep on dragging these feet to my workplace for I don’t know how many more months… urghhhh…

This afternoon, when I go through my collections of photograph, I found this.  A Chiabatta bread that I knead, half a year ago.  Not my moment of glory, but it pleases me though.  Reminds me of what I love doing..

I often envy those, who manage a café, even a small one and have some  of their signatures on the menu.  Those whom I often dream would be me, running and happy and loving every moment of it.  I hope someday soon, I will have enough courage and drive to risk it… (sigh)