Culinary Arts School

After I graduated from college I was living in a very large house with a bunch of roommates. Our landlord said that he loved to rent to college students, which I thought was totally insane. We have a few students from the culinary arts school that was affiliated with the school I had gone to. The culinary arts school was something that we heard a lot about at our school because they were in the process of buying them out when I was graduating. Everyone was very excited, but it really didn’t make much difference to me. The schools were similar in set up, though they did not offer the same learning material. My school was about art, photography, and other artist business pursuits. The culinary arts school offered, as you may have guessed, cooking, baking, and the business side of restaurants.

I soon found out that there was a huge plus to living with students from the culinary arts school. They had a lot of cooking to do, and many times they had to do it at home. There were many times when they had to cook a meal and get opinions, and we were always the guinea pigs. I don’t know much about culinary arts, but I do know what good food tastes like. Our three roommates all did amazing jobs in the kitchen, and it also helped cut down on my grocery bill.

Despite the good food, there was something a little off about the culinary arts students we lived with. Perhaps it was being around food so much, I don’t know, but they all became a little wacky. They were completely normal when they moved in, but somewhere along the line they all wigged out a bit. Perhaps the world of culinary arts is a little more cut throat than I thought it was. What was even worse was that they carried around a large array of very sharp and very large knives. I know they wouldn’t have done anything, but you never know what someone is thinking. Moving out a few months later was a huge relief.