This may sound ridiculous to all you adventurous eaters out there, but I credit the beginning of my love for cooking and food to the California Pizza Kitchen. That's right... Not a semester with a family in the hills of France. Not a backpacking trip through Asia. Not a jovial Paula Deen-esque grandmother who cooked all the classics. Nope, for me it was my three year stint as a waitress at CPK. Corporate, chain-ey, California Pizza Kitchen. You see, when you're waiting tables, you don't stop for meal breaks (at least we didn't). You pilfer ends of loaves of bread from the slicer, grab a few gulps of water out of conical paper cups (having a water bottle in the kitchen was a health code violation), and if the kitchen makes a mistake, like chicken on a pizza when the guest said, "no chicken", you eat that mistake as fast as you possibly can. So I discovered lots of deliciousness like balsamic vinaigrette, pesto sauce, and the insanely delicious wonder known as peanut sauce.

Oh. And this soup. At CPK, cups of soup were one of the few items that didn't have to be entered into a computer (and paid for). So we'd all fill up on tortilla soup before a shift started, loading it up with crispy tortilla strips and lots of Cholula. It's one of those food memories that instantly takes me back to those superhuman nights when I could work a 9 hour shift on my feet, and then close the bar next door with my cute coworker.