I can't talk about myself without talking about where my blood comes from. I am forever thankful to my parents for making the journey from Honduras to the US. They fed me, educated me, and kept me healthy and happy.
I was born in the Bronx, which is where my parents emigrated to. Like many Hondurans, though, we ended up in New Orleans. We were very fortunate to grow up eating the best of New Orleans and Honduran cuisine. So many similarities, yet so many differences. So many ingredients and cooking methods to draw from.
I was immediately drawn to cooking and baking, and like many people, I believed my mother's cooking was the best. I still do.
My father worked odd jobs and always put food on the table. My mother was an accountant back in Honduras, but had to start over. She learned English, became a citizen, and went through 3 colleges while raising 4 kids. She now holds a Bachelor's Degree in accounting and works as a Senior Accountant. She persevered.
I decided to become an accountant and follow in her footsteps to make her proud. I worked in the restaurant industry while attaining my accounting degree. I hustled freshly baked King Cakes during Mardi Gras with my new girlfriend (who is now my wife). I helped friends cater events and teach basic cooking techniques to other students. In the end, though, I graduated and had to start my career. I even became a licensed CPA. I knew, however, that this was not my calling. After 6 years as a tax accounting professional, it was time to go back to my roots.