How to Keep Working While Grieving
I remember standing in the middle of a frantic pastry kitchen in Manhattan, the scent of burnt sugar and heavy cream hanging in the air, while my heart felt like …
How to Cook Dried Beans and Why They Beat Tinned
I still remember the heavy, rhythmic thud-thud-thud of my grandmother’s wooden spoon against her cast-iron pot back in Vermont, a sound that always meant something wonderful was simmering on the …
How to Plan a Course Alongside Everything Else
I remember sitting on my grandmother’s patchwork quilt in Vermont, surrounded by flour-dusted cookbooks and scraps of fabric, feeling completely overwhelmed by the sheer amount of things I wanted to …
How to Set Aside Tax When You Are Self Employed
I still remember the first time I transitioned from a steady pastry chef salary to running my own little creative studio. I was sitting at my kitchen table, surrounded by …
How to Switch Industries When Nobody Will Interview You
I still remember the heavy, humid heat of a professional kitchen in the middle of July, the scent of burnt sugar clinging to my apron while my heart felt like …
How to Put a Number on Employee Benefits
I remember sitting in the back of a bustling New York pastry kitchen, flour dusting my apron and the heat from the ovens making everything feel a bit frantic. My …
How to Build a Support Network Before You Need One
I remember sitting on the floor of my tiny first apartment in New York, surrounded by half-finished quilts and a mountain of flour, feeling completely and utterly alone. I had …
How to Build a Reference Library You Can Search
I still remember the flour-dusted chaos of my grandmother’s kitchen in Vermont, where the only “database” we had was a stack of stained, dog-eared recipe cards and a few well-loved …
How to Prepare for a Performance Review Weeks Before It
I remember sitting in the back of a bustling pastry kitchen in Manhattan, the air thick with the scent of burnt sugar and the frantic hum of industrial mixers, feeling …
How to Sharpen a Kitchen Knife and Keep It Sharp
I remember standing in my grandmother’s sun-drenched kitchen in Vermont, watching her slice through a ripe, heirloom tomato with nothing more than a gentle glide. Back then, I thought she …