Yesterday, I attended a memorial service for Soren Fakstorp. THose of you who know me well may remember that he was my chef-instructor for basic culinary and later my boss, giving me my first post-culinary school job.
He was young; only 54 years old. I was not prepared for how emotionally overwhelmed I would be.
Chef Soren was one of the best teachers I ever had. He made me have confidence in my own abilities and inspired my desire to learn everything I could about food and cooking. I remember his passion, the way it translated to the lectures he gave. I remember him teaching some of us how to make gravalax from a whole salmon. I remember the tour of Chinatown, standing in the street, eating crispy duck and roast pork with our hands. I remember him using my work computer to play solitaire.
Although I rarely saw him after I quit working at the school, I would think of him often. And it is so hard to think that he isn't here anymore to inspire the next round of students.
2 comments:
OH, my dear, How sad it is to lose a friend and mentor - and teacher. I'm sorry.
On a lighter note, we just want to say thank you for the sweet and pretty note you sent. We loved having you here and enjoyed every minute. Let us know when you can come back.
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Sorry to hear about this! I know how much you enjoyed his class. And it's so hard to attend a memorial for someone so young. Hugs,
Em
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