Our first weekend of being collectively grounded brought moments of panic and a little bewilderment and petulant self-pity, not at all unlike being 15 again and banished to my room for something I was sure I didn’t do.
As head of the only standalone training ground for aspiring chefs and bakers, Chef Tech Cooking School in Bixby Knolls, she has seen her share of mishaps in the kitchen.
I left the workshop with a loaf of beautiful sourdough, a few tablespoons of hungry starter and a new understanding of how much time it takes to make really good things.
Fresh off divorce, I am free from the corporate ritual of Feb. 14. I will embrace the day without anger or regret. Join me—metaphorically, that is. I prefer to be alone. Because I can.