My first kitchen job was when I was 13, bussing tables and serving coffee at a local diner. I was told I was too young to work in the kitchen, so I would go into work early and watch the kitchen for a few hours before my shift started. Sometimes they would let me help if they got backed up. That is when I knew I was meant to be in this industry.
Tandoori chicken on a homemade smoker that I made. I was just playing around and had an idea that might just work...and it did.
Rack of Lamb
My greatest triumph was becoming a chef, overcoming all the negative feedback I got from family and friends. After graduating culinary school, I packed a bag and moved to Asia and worked for a hotel where I was the only female amongst 79 males. This was hard, but instead of making them accomodate me, I accomodated them. I took a lot of crap, a lot of talking behind my back, but I proved myself through my hard work and dedication. And what started off as what I thought was the worst disaster of my life became one of the best experiences that built the foundation of my career. Something I will always remember.
I don't know if I really had one. I just knew from a very young age that I loved to cook, even before I knew what a chef was.