I grew up in a family that spent a lot of time around food.
Like most children I was up early on Saturday, but I didn't watch Saturday
morning cartoons I was watching the Food Network with my father before I would
have to go to my bowling league. My favorite show was about a man who would
work with chocolate. He would make pieces of art out the melted chocolate and
it was beautiful. At the point I knew that was something that I wanted to do.
When you heard people on TV talk about that moment they just knew it was
something they were meant to do it is kind of true. As I got older the passion really came from
watching my dad in the kitchen. Watching him cook and I would be right next to
him helping out as much as I could and learning from him. My father was just a
home cook who loved to make food for his family and I knew I would want to do
the same.
I remember when my father started working with chocolate. I
was at the age I could help and I did every step of the way. He would melt down the chocolate in to a velvety
texture; it looked like a bowl of soup that I wanted to drink. As we began filling
the different molds with chocolate and start to add different filling like
peanut butter, cherries, and mousse. It
was an art form it had to be just right for the chocolates to come out the
perfect way. I also remember my father and I name our little chocolate business
after my guinea pig. We called it Speedy’s Chocolate we didn't make any money,
but that wasn't the point of it. It was something that made me fall more in
love with chocolate making and the world of pastry.
-Half Pint :)
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