First draft done

Seventeen pages. That’s what three months of scattered thoughts about cultural cooking workshops looks like when you finally sit down and organize them into something resembling a professional proposal.

First draft done

I’ve been carrying around notebook scraps and phone notes since January, when Alex and I first talked about expanding our little heritage cooking sessions. Every conversation with Sarah about program structure, every memory from teaching Jake Abuela Rosa’s techniques, every observation about how food creates connection - it’s all finally in one coherent document.

The hardest part wasn’t writing it. It was believing I could actually propose something this big at work. But sitting here looking at this stack of papers, I keep thinking about what happened when I taught Alex to make mole. How his whole face changed when he tasted something his grandmother might have made. How Sarah lit up when I showed her the knife techniques Abuela Rosa taught me.

Three months of scattered thoughts finally making sense

Monday morning I’m walking this into my supervisor’s office. Seventeen pages of why our workplace needs a cultural wellness program, complete with budget projections and pilot session outlines. Jake keeps saying I’m overthinking it, but this feels like the biggest professional leap I’ve ever taken. From preserving family recipes to proposing institutional change - that’s not a small jump.