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You know I love me some food memoirs. This one was pretty good. I thought it was an honest portrayal of one man's experience at the CIA (Culinary Institute of America). And I think the tone of the memoir was reflective of that time of life but it was really melancholy and whiny the whole time. I had to put the book away and take a break from the torturous tone. But it was, none the less, interesting. Especially his externship. 3 Stars.

I loved this book! The author‘s experiences training at the Culinary Institute of America (CIA) were riveting for me. He describes in detail just what classes and training are required to graduate from this famous cooking school. Most intriguing is that Dixon is not a boastful man; he freely writes about his blunders and inadequacies. 🥘🥩🍷

I‘m really liking the way Jonathan Dixon writes. It flows nicely and isn‘t at all boring. It‘s early. 🤞🏼

Lunchtime with the 5yo. We have to eat before 11 as PM session kindergarten starts at 1130. Tuna sandwich with cucumbers for me. Nuggets, avocados and toast for him. I find this book a little underwhelming. He's in the Culinary Institute of America! He should be all fired up and enthused! I kinda expected it to be more vibrant and upbeat but to be honest this guy's writing is a bit grey. Also I can't get over how he hates fish....

Decided to read some non-fiction for a change. I made corn and sweet potato chowder (which the 5yo refused to even try, luckily the 3yo was happy to). And everyone had hotdogs because Mondays are hard. Happy Monday! #readandeat #nonfiction

“What do you do when you aren‘t teaching?” He looked irritated, then, all of a sudden, he didn‘t. “I don‘t know … I try and teach myself something every day. I work in my garden. If I have nothing to do, I‘ll spin a globe and stop it with my finger, and if I don‘t know anything about the culture and what they eat where my finger‘s pointing, I‘ll look it up. Sometimes, I go and see music.”

"I wanted to look at the students while they worked. I wanted to look closely at their faces and see if I could recognize something reflected back to me, a portent or omen that might indicate I wouldn‘t fuck this up."

"I wanted to look at the students while they worked. I wanted to look closely at their faces and see if I could recognize something reflected back to me, a portent or omen that might indicate I wouldn‘t fuck this up."