For 37 years I've had two culinary careers -- one that paid the bills and the other imagined. Growing up in Fresno in the 1960s, I attended Camp San Joaquin in Sequoia National Forest. To me the cook and his assistant had the best job. Where else could I pursuit my passion for cooking and my love of the mountains at the same time, I reasoned? With retirement nearing, ambition may soon turn to gold, Lord willing.Well, retirement from my day job arrives this Friday. I'm in line for a camp chef job for the 2009 summer camp season.
I'll keep you posted as I search for work the coming camp season. While I may be decades older than most who work these camps, I trust my 4 a.m. cinnamon rolls will put a smile on faces somewhere in Northern California.