It was a cold and windy night, the windows were shaking in there frames and the ghosts of the graduate wing was lurking in the kitchen. Oh never mind that was just the ghost of my wasted psychology degree. My name is Lauren, I am a psychology student who realized to late in the game that I’d rather eat my problems than listen to other peoples.
Culinary arts became my passion after finding out that making cannolis cream was sort of like mixing chemicals in freshman biology, and it was all up in smoke from there. I pride myself to be one of the finest dorm kitchen cookers in all the land, or my school. I make it my goal to show you that a psychology major can cook just as well as a culinary arts major without the fancy training, and maybe ill share a psych lesson along the way as well.
I may not have gone to school for this, but trust me what I lack in training I learn in my failures. In the words of the father of psychology, Sigmund Freud, “When inspiration does not come to me, I go halfway to meet it.” Lets do this.