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Flip to any food channel and you’re bound to see some sort of contest filled with a lively host and even more colorful characters. From children hustling around the kitchen, trying to avoid burning themselves as they produce a meal in thirty minutes, to adults entering a bidding war to avoid finding themselves cooking blindfolded with their arms behind their backs, the cooking channel has a little something for everyone these days. And despite my general aversion to reality television, the Food Network has it right. These cooking shows are entertaining, mildly insane, and impressive to boot.

Not being a great cook myself, I fully appreciate what the chefs on these shows go through, but that’s just it—they’re chefs. Professionals of their field. Yet when I recently found myself watching an episode of Chopped, wherein the contestants were three firemen and one firewoman, I admit myself stunned. Not only do these men and women fight for our continued safety, but man-oh-man they can cook.

 As I mentioned previously, in a separate post, the need to maintain a wholesome diet, while reaching a high caloric intake a day is essential to keeping their bodies operating at full speed. Additionally, the meals that firefighters consume in their firehouses are prepared—can you guess—by none other than the firefighters themselves. If you enter a firehouse at mealtime, you’d be prepared to see a kitchen filled with fighters, voices loud and movements bustling. It’s a time of camaraderie, happiness, and a hearty home cooked meal. Continue Reading

Three years ago, on July 3, 2012, I stood in my parent’s kitchen making treats for the day ahead, when I suddenly noticed that I smelled the distinct acrid smell of smoke. Confused, I went from room to room in my parent’s home, checking for a knocked over candle, or flame to claim the stench. It dawned on me that there was far too much commotion outside (considering it was nearly 11:30pm) when it occurred to me that the smell of smoke was not inside the house but outside. Quickly I ran outside, making my way two doors down, where my neighbor’s home was set aflame.

Freshly lit, the flames climbed nearly fifty feet in the air, and the fire trucks had not yet entered the scene. As everyone scrambled for something to do, I watched in awe as the front door of the home was thrown open and the elderly neighbor was escorted out by a short man that I’ve known for several years. The man happened to share a backyard with the woman and was closing up his home for the night, when he saw the flames licking at his back wall. That same man, a fire captain for San Diego County, jumped his fence clad in shorts and bare feet, broke through the woman’s back door, found her, and escorted her to safety. Continue Reading