In the eyes of the culinary world, I haven’t been a pastry chef for very long. In my short three years of being a chef I have created many tasty and beautiful desserts. I haven’t always wanted to be a chef, it wasn’t something that I grew up dreaming about. Baking was something that I was good at. It came easily to me and I had a nack for it. But above all that, it made me happy. I experienced pure joy making treats for my coworkers and for the store. Seeing them happy and enjoying something I created was pure joy.
Now, my work area is very small and less then ideal. I’m in the back of the store I work at next to the dishwashers. I don’t get to see customers very often, only when I head out into the store to fill the cookie case. Sometimes on my trip out into the store to fill the case customers speak to me. They ask if I am the one who makes all of the cookies that we sell. I tell them yes and then they compliment me on my creations. I don’t like to fish for compliments, but it is very nice to receive such kind words. It makes me feel like my love of baking is shown through the desserts in the case.
My absolute faviorte moment is when I see children with their parents at the case. Kids are predicatble in their choice of cookie. They always pick the colourful ones, the Italian sprinkle cookie. I’m not sure what makes them Italian, they are simply a sugar cookie covered in non parel sprinkles. I love seeing kids point to the cookies and beg their parents for one. It’s so rewarding to see the smile on children’s faces as they take a bite of the cookie. That’s why I do this.
I remember when I was a kid that I wanted to make people happy, I wanted to have a job where I served the people and could beneift them. I get to do that everyday. I might not always see or get to speak to customers, but knowing they are buying the products I made and are enjoying them is all the satifaction I need. Knowing that the customers are happy makes me happy as a chef. My job is done.