I’ve never really been one for relationships. This is probably due to the fact that I am hugely independent and adore spending time by myself. I get claustrophobic quickly and need my space. This is not to say that I’ve never been in a relationship, of course I have, but compared to the majority of my friends and family I am nowhere close to their count.
Since I was eighteen, excluding a few months here and there, I have always had a job. Whether it be working as a waitress during varsity, working two jobs – six days a week – during my varsity practicals, or working countless hours for two of Johannesburg’s top catering companies as an event manager over the past few years, there has always been something to keep me busy.
This has obviously played a big part in my social life as well. Being an event manager is not as glamorous as it sounds. It’s hard work – dirty work. I started out my events career as a waitress for Blackjack Events who used to provide staff for By Word of Mouth‘s functions, did a few stints in restaurants and hotels, moved to London, managed an upmarket venue in Mayfair and then moved back to Johannesburg. Only to end up back at By Word of Mouth as one of their sales and event managers – only, I was running the stunning venue ‘Hazeldene Hall.’ (For interests sake – the gorgeous new KFC advert was filmed there – watch it here.)
My life became a whirlwind of early mornings and late nights. Running a venue for the top catering company in JHB was no joke. It was tough. It took up all of my time. But I somehow managed to have a social life on top of this.
I then moved on to Wakeford & Company (where I currently work) and fell into the same routine. There are periods in the year (namely from September to December) where I work 18 hour days, nearly every day. Although my social life has dwindled a bit, as I have gotten older…
During this time I have been in a total of two ‘relationships’. As far as I can remember. One with an overly gorgeous sous chef who used to work the same shifts as I worked at the Protea Hotel, and the second with someone who didn’t even live in the country. But he shall not be named…Moving swiftly along.
My relationship with the chef was lovely. He was sweet and funny, he smelt amazing and mostly – he could cook. It was an easy relationship – we would get to work, spend the evening together and go home. Repeat the next day and the next, for about six months. When I moved on from the hotel, things fell apart. He had started working at MARCH (Melrose Arch Hotel) and our schedules were completely conflicting. Which was a pity, because as I mentioned, he could cook!
Between the Chef, He Who Shall Not Be Named and a cute American from North Carolina that wanted to take me home and marry me within two weeks of dating, I realised something…
Food is my true love.
Simple as that. It’s something that I think about all the time – new recipes, new ingredients, new ways to work with an old product. I work with it all day; designing menus and chatting to our head chef about new ideas. And when I get home, I still want to cook a meal. I still want to experiment and play around with it. My mom told me the other day that I would have to find a new career in order to avoid becoming a crazy old woman (long story) and I couldn’t think of one thing I would do instead of work in this industry.
So for now, love can wait. I want this deli more than anything I have ever wanted, and it’s so close I can taste it. Take a back seat gentleman…
The Chef is now working as Sous Chef at The Arabella Sheraton. We still keep in touch and he is lovely as ever.