Ina Garten gave me my first cooking job at The Barefoot Contessa. My life has never been the same. I don’t have any pictures of that summer twenty years ago. It was before digital photography and before facebook. And who would have thought a summer job would leave such an impact. But the image of the sun rising and the hundreds of loaves of baguettes made every day that summer feel like Christmas morning. To take bread and flour and salt and turn it into such a perfect food was inspiring. The irony, that I can’t eat bread anymore because I can’t eat gluten, makes it feel like a movie script. And, it’s fine, because the truth is, I miss baking bread more than I miss eating it. And I have enough memories of baking bread to last me a lifetime. My favorite part was the dough rising on the butcher block tables. Covered with a cloth and warm as it rose–like nothing I had ever experienced. Thank you to Ina for my first job all those years ago and for teaching me so much about cooking…
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Cannon and Kassie - Thats so cool Kirstin!
Benbarton1 - What a great series of pictures and story. Super, extra likable.
Shelini - yes there are some people we will never forget..
Lauren - That is such a great story. What a great memory!