Or, how I ended up in the food industry.
I didn’t set out to be in the food industry. It all began by me saying “yes” when I was in college to a part-time catering job, led by a crazy Japanese female chef named Ayako. The job entailed kitchen prep, service, and tolerating the chef’s tirades. Since the fare was classic Japanese, we wore traditional kimonos for parties, which for me made walking…
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