Selfish, or Succesful?

I’m impulsive. I always have been, and probably always will be. Growing up we moved around a lot, and so “home” was attached to a feeling, not a place. I’ve lived in multiple countries, states, provinces and cities, and as soon as I lose the feeling of home, I leave. Needless to say, this kind of behavior doesn’t bode too well in a relationship.

I have never quite felt settled in Whistler. I never slipped into the comfortable feeling of being “home.” I spent many restless nights and exhausted days trying to figure out what was missing in my life. I have an acceptable job that pays pretty well, a boyfriend who loves and takes care of me, and I live in arguably one of the most beautiful places in Canada. But something didn’t sit right.

So I did something impulsive. I applied for a job from an ad I saw on Facebook. I wrote an essay in 10 minutes at 5:45 AM and only did a quick spell check before hitting send. I made a desperate plea to the universe to change my situation, to help remove the dramatic grey cloud sitting over my life.

And the universe listened.

First the back and forth emails trying to nail down a time for my interview. Then mixing up Tuesday and Thursday and doing my interview in my pajamas. Then finding out on Valentine’s Day that I got the job.

My boyfriend was with me when I got the call offering me the job. He jumped up in down in the street with me. He held my hand while I called my mom. But in all of his excitement for me, I forgot to consider him. I wasn’t asking, I was telling. It wasn’t a conversation, it was a decision. And now it was his move.

Who knows where we’ll be in May. Possibly on two sides of the country. But I will always be impulsive. I will always be in search of better. I refuse to settle. And I hope that one day I will have a person, place, and a feeling that completely encompass “home.”



You drive down a windy tree lined lane. To your left, cows, pigs, chickens, are soaking up the sweet afternoon sunlight. To your right, garden beds filled with delights to be discovered, and flowers in full bloom. You reach the end and are greeted by a large farmhouse and barn. A loveable puppy runs to your car to greet you, followed closely by me. You’re ushered inside, offered a glass of fresh lemonade and greeted like an old friend, “checking in” to your stay in my home. Over your stay you’ll be engrossed in my world – learning as much or as little as you want about working on a farm, and living sustainably. But at night, that’s when the real magic happens. You wander into the barn, its wooden beams and high ceilings impressive, but not intimidating. A single large chandelier hangs in the centre with one long wooden table below it. It smells sweet, like hay and fresh chopped wood, and a hint of freshly baked bread. You take a seat, sip your cocktail, and strike up a conversation with the smiling, friendly woman next to you. She’s travelled from the other side of the country just to be here. You know you’re in for something special.

What you’ve just read is a description of my dream. Of my “be-all-end-all, what I want to be when I grow up, dream. I’ve lived and worked all over Canada and around the world, but for me, that is the ultimate. My goal in life is to teach people through food. To provide the information our society is sorely lacking, and chooses to ignore. When I eventually own a restaurant of my own, I want to work directly with farmers and local suppliers to provide a superior, seasonal product, or even cut out the middle man and produce myself. Not only do I have a mission to make delicious, enjoyable food, I have a dream to make it sustainable, affordable, and deliver knowledge on the plate.

I am a chef. A creative. A dreamer. My life revolves around food and I approach every challenge with reckless abandon. At a young age, I have already accomplished what many in my field will not, but I will not stop there. I strive for excellence in everything I do, and look at every failure as a new opportunity for success. I have been called a workaholic, but I find myself lucky to be able to do exactly what I love every single day. I would love to work with you to continue that education and get me one step closer to my own personal dreams.

I believe in freshly baked bread, strong coffee, and big dreams.

A New Adventure

If you follow me on Instagram – @BeckyBeast – (which you probably should bcz content on point, etc.) you would have seen an adorable little boomerang of my not so adorable face popping the most adorable bottle of mini Möet.


Yesterday was Valentine’s Day… also adorable, but that’s not the reason for the champers. This chick got herself what one might call, a “dream job.” Others might refer to it as a hellish nightmare, but hey to each her own, right?

I’ll be spending my summer (May-October) working my ass off for Chef Micheal Smith in P.E.I. at Inn at Bay Fortune. His adorable 14 room inn will be busy all summer long, but I’ll get to cook in part of their Fireworks team. I’ll be cooking fish, vegetables, and other local products from around the island over open flames. I’ll also be getting my hands dirty (literally), hanging around in the gardens (where 99% of the produce comes from!!) or with the animals!

I. Can’t. Wait.

Comeback Kids

tom brady patriots superbowl

Sports movies always make me cry. It’s the locker room pep talk that does it. You know the one I’m talking about – when they’re down by an impossible amount and they need to rally. The “is this a sport for boys, or is this a sport for men/we’re a family, act like one” meaningful moment between coach and team before an inevitable comeback.

Ummm… did we all watch the Superbowl yesterday? The awkward moment when the team favoured to win is down by 19 points? The abominable first 3 quarters that were absolutely dominated by the Falcons. And then the final quarter and the first overtime in Superbowl history where the New England Patriots came back to win 34-28. The absolute best game of football I have seen in my entire 24 years (17 of them as a Patriots fan, by the way. No bandwagon fangirl here!).

I was sitting on my couch, drink in hand, yelling at the TV. I’m sure my neighbours heard my agony and excitement through every pass, every play, every sack or interception or turnover. My roommates – Falcons fans for the day – looking on in amusement. And then they did it. They won. Tom Brady, arguably the best quarterback in the history of the NFL, the GOAT, lead the Patriots to his 5th Superbowl victory.

Never, never, never, ever give up. Don’t listen to the people trying to bring you down. Don’t listen to the people who doubt you, who hate you for being good at what you do. Don’t doubt yourself. Work hard, and then work harder. Be good, and then get better. But never, ever give up.