Week 47 - Food Week - Our guest Storyteller shares his 30-year journey, following his passion
Edited BY
G P Kennedy
Chris - Fort Worth, Texas
My first job at the age of 16 was in the food industry. Although it was as a busboy, I was constantly around the kitchen watching the chefs/cooks do their thing.
I was fascinated by the skill and precision they executed dished with.
Later on, I became a cook myself, but for a pizza restaurant. Not quite the level of cook that I had witnessed at 16 years old, but a cook nonetheless.
It taught me important skills such as prepping food, measuring correctly, timing, and plating foods.
I worked my tail off in the restaurant industry for 5 years while going to school, vowing that I would get an education and never have to sweat so hard in a kitchen again.
I got that education in the form of an electronics and computer engineering degree and bounced around a few jobs until I landed in the Audio Visual field. I still busted my butt starting out as a technician and eventually working my way up to a project manager.
I worked in the AV field until I was 43 years old, but grew bored and unsatisfied with my daily routine. The money was great, but I was missing something.
I joined a friend one weekend to go to compete in a local BBQ competition and dusted off my old cooking skills.
I recalled my younger days of become a pretty good cook and put those long-unused techniques to work.
I realized while cooking, that I really missed it.
We ended up winning Reserve Grand Champion at that competition and to say I was hooked is a huge understatement.
Fast forward 7 years later and that same friend and me who invited me to the BBQ competition are 3 years into ownership of our own award-winning restaurant business.
We started off just the two of us in a food truck and now have 9 employees and a brick-and-mortar building.
I snicker at the thought of my young self swearing I would get my education to get out of the food industry...more out of stubbornness than anything.
It took about 25 years to learn that the kitchen is where I belong. It’s where I thrive.
Sometimes it feels good to go home, sometimes it’s where you belong.



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