Too Many Cooks

Most days at work I do little to actually contribute to the food that is served to the patrons; usually I just serve the food. But on Thursday I got to do a little more which some people would hate, but I did not. And while it may seem weird, I loved chopping Kiwi and peeling hard boiled eggs. And while I was doing this, I could not believe the incompetence standing right next to me. The way he brutally peeled and sliced the kiwi would make any self-respecting cook cringe. I could hardly look as that excellent kiwi was destroyed. And it pained me even more when I had to mix my well sliced and placed kiwi in the same container as his mess. So then we started to peel eggs and I thought maybe, just maybe it will go better for him this time. I mean, it's peeling eggs. But no. Not at all. The eggs met their maker as well. I did not understand the cruelty that he handled them with. He had no touch at all. None. Every time I took even a little chunk off egg off of it, it really discouraged me. I mean maybe the people will not take that egg because it is ugly. The guy to my right obviously was cold to that opinion.

This just got me thinking about what I might have done if I was not going into teaching. I love cooking and I have always wanted to be a chef. But a good chef. Not one of those that makes things that make you think, "What in the world is that?" Those chefs are considered excellent and I just do not understand. It looks pretty, but small portions and food you have probably never heard of just don't cut it. For me, making dinner at home is much better than going out to any restaurant. Once in a while is nice, but I'd rather cook myself thanks. I'm also very picky about who cooks for me. I need that trust that what you make will actually be good. It's hard for me to give that trust because food is just that important to me. It sounds weird, but I am weird, so get over it. I am a perfectionist with a lot of things and food is one of those. Luckily the two women that I love the most in this world have excellent talent this side of the dinning room. Cooking relaxes me. It also gives me a sense of great pride when I successfully conquer a dish. So please, next time you are in the kitchen, show some love towards your food. That food sacrificed its life for you. Even if you don't eat meat, those plants were once living. Don't make their life a waste.