Hot for Teacher

We’re only six months into 2011, and already this year has proven to be a real time of enlightenment for me.  I’ve learned so much about myself.  Now, you are probably thinking, what astonishing discoveries could I have possibly made in six months? Well, I’ll tell you.  I traveled all the way to Israel to realize I am a tease, a fact I’ve been denying for a while now, just ask my best friend.   I have come to terms with the fact that I can’t speak French, despite learning it in high school.   And last, but not least, I also discovered that I have a thing for a man in uniform.  Cops, you ask? I think a solid NO says it all.  Firemen? Eh, not for this Bite-Sized Blonde.  But a man in a chef’s coat…now that’s what I’m talking about.

I recently started classes at the French Culinary Institute.  It is the most rewarding thing I have done in a while.  Honestly, the excitement I get from class is unlike anything I’ve experienced before.  And since we are being honest, I should share that it’s not just the new skills I’m acquiring  pumping me up.  My Chef instructor gets me H-O-T hot.  I hang on his every word, spoken so elegantly with a French accent.  Is it his sexy accent and Chef’s coat getting me hot or is it the fire from my flambé?  Probably a healthy combination of both…but right now, this Bite-Sized Blonde is dreaming about her Chef instructor.  Bonne Nuit Chef, Bonne Nuit.