With only a few days before I begin my first food job, I sometimes felt the trip would never go ahead. Having set my heart on working food jobs around the globe, there was the question of how the hell was I going to go about it? Where to start? What to do? “Hi I’m Alex. Please can I cook in your Michelin starred kitchen” was not going to get me anywhere. If I was going to succeed I needed a story to tell. My story. A story that sets me apart from everyone else. And so in a moment of inspiration (or madness), I decided on my goal – 1 year, 5 continents, 52 foodie jobs.
We often hear inspirational tales of individuals overcoming adversity and struggle to achieve great feats. Mine is not one of them. I had a good job, a terrific set of friends and a fantastic family. I even managed to find myself a lovely lady and took the big bold step to move in together. Yes, I know what you’re thinking! Despite leaving her to go gallivanting around the world my balls remain firmly attached and have yet to be served to me as a “local” delicacy.
criadillas de ternera – thankfully not criadillas de Foodish Boy
Life was very comfortable. Somedays I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the world. For a man who has only spent a long weekend away from friends and family it would be a bold move to spend a year apart. Truth be told, because of this I delayed the start of my trip. Twice!
Thankfully, it was a case of third time lucky. Following an overdose of motivational quotes I quit my job, booked my flights and announced my departure to those near and dear. I’m ready to “live my dream and share my passion.” The final countdown begins…