I’m done. I quit. My Sundays at the Steakhouse are over forever. Surprisingly, it’s bittersweet. There is a palpable sense of relief – this Sunday, I can sleep in, putter, practice yoga, garden, check things off the “to do” list. Perhaps I can even join Sunday swing dancing again. I feel released. On the other hand, I have closed the door to my learning, to developing dessert ideas that sell, to feeling loved/wanted by Big D and the kitchen staff. I had a (even though somewhat tenuous) sense of belonging there. I thought it was going to be “good bye and good riddance” while, in truth, it was “good bye, but can I see you sometime”.
However, as this one door has closed, it seems a window sash has been thrown open, if only a crack. There’s an opportunity in Scotland to intern at a B&B. I can only imagine how many culinary professionals and students will apply for the position, but I have to try. I’m so frighteningly aware that I did not reach my goal of six months in the Steakhouse. I admit to my failure – and it disturbs me that I faltered. Ideally, I want to own a B&B; shouldn’t I find out first if I would LIKE it? This was one of my next steps on the path – Learn about the B&B business.
What better opportunity could there be than to learn by managing and cooking in a real B&B in Scotland? I have to (at least) apply. The deadline is April 9.