My Family Skipped My “Pointless” Award—Then Watched It Live From a Restaurant TV

personality. Culinary school was brutal—heat and steel and repetition, blistered hands, cuts that made my thumbs look like they’d survived a small infantry engagement, burned sauces, under-seasoned proteins, and the slow, painful education of a body learning to move through a professional kitchen the way a dancer learns choreography. But every time continue reading …