Grown Up Stuff

I hate being a grown up sometimes.  Yes, I can eat ice cream whenever I want and I don't have to eat my veggies if I don't want to.  I am not even going to start with the bills and the big words like "deductible". It's when I have to put on my big girl panties and make some decisions is what I still find terrifying.  This week  I had to have a big girl moment. I withdrew from culinary school.  

Working during the day and taking classes at night was draining on me and my family.  I miss my husband and my two furry little babies, Wally and Cooper.

And with the talks of trying to have little Baking Pixies soon, the decision wasn't that hard.  I was taught a great deal of information.  I can now watch all my cooking shows and know they aren't talking a secret language.  I have tried new restaurants, experienced more cuisines, and opened up my horizons when it comes to food.  But it's time to hang up my chefs coat and keep baking on my own.  Here I go...