BY KIEU TRAN, NYC: People search their entire lives to find a place where they belong—it’s human nature.
I spent the past few years, trying to find my fit in college. I attempted to plaster myself into the typical journalism student mold, writing for student magazines and newspapers. But I never felt that sense of belonging. Here at the International Culinary Center, things are different.
It’s been a month since I left New Orleans and started the pastry program in New York. And for the first time, I feel like I belong in school.
We’re currently in the tarts and cookies section. On the first day, I made my very first apple tart. Since then, we’ve made a lot of tarts. My favorite parts are making, rolling and molding the dough. Eating it was fun too, until about Tart Day 3 when I realized I was tarted out and it was accumulating in my dorm fridge. I’ve learned to give it away.
It’s been a really great first month. I love school–from the chef demos to being in class to volunteering to make sugar sandcastles. I’ve made some great friends. People who understand the happiness that is a pate brisee and that you can never have too much vanilla sugar. And everyday I fall a little bit more in love with New York and I’m learning to navigate the city on my own.
Am I making my first month sound a little too dreamy? Well, there’s a downside. I’m still waiting for my New York feet. You know, the kind where you can walk miles and still have blister-free feet. Maybe next month?
Until next time,