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He asks, his thumb on the Netflix button of his remote. "Let's live dangerously. Go for it." ***** Three hours later and we're deep into some cooking show. "I would literally cry if they spit my food out. That's got to be the worst thing in the world when all you want is to be a chef. Could you imagine?"

I got up and headed downstairs. ~ ~ ~ ~ The only thing I hated more than ANYTHING, was cooking and honestly the worst was breakfast. Breakfast was like a battle I'd always lose no matter how long I keep restarting. I still stink but what can I do, I have no choice but to cook first I guess. At least, the French toast didn't burn and it's looking thick. Oouu such a good view, the syrup wasn't bad even though Ryan got the wrong brand compared to what we were used to but oh well at least I'm eating French toast.

“Then why the hell are you even attempting this?” I shrug. “Because it’s romantic. It’s what they do in the movies.” “Yeah, and in the movies, the kitchen doesn’t catch on fire when they try it.” “I’m not that bad.” She crosses her arms. “Yes, you are.” She deadpan. “You are not encouraging. Look I can try –” “No, you can’t. Read my lips, Astrid Peter Volkov, you are a disaster in the kitchen.” She’s right. I can’t cook to save myself or anyone for that matter.

I felt satisfied putting a smile on his face as he darted off to the kitchen to make the dishes. "This is out best dish, apple stew and handmade sausage rolls" The man announced as he placed it on the table. "Out worst dish is scorched eggs and a beautiful potato salad, the wrong way about this dish is that most times Customers complain about the potato, it's over cooked, undercooked and sometimes barely cooked, we haven't found the way to balance it up." I loved everything about the apple stew and the sausage was perfectly made, but the potato were overcooked making it hard for someone to give a good comment on that dish.

Oh my goodness. Not a lot of people know him but you probably do if you visit fancy restaurants in the US. Michael Symon. According to all his reviews and fan videos and the sorts, he cooks amazing food. Everyone who met him said he was an amazing person and an even better chef. And yes, he's a real chef who is famous for all his foods he makes and the improvisation he does when it comes to food and how well they always turn out, not for the way he sprinkles salt or for the faces he makes when cooking.

There was a long line in front of a counter behind which two huge women stood with huge ladles that looked more like weapons than spoons. "Today's Saturday? Ugh! Thin soup, rice and dried vegetables " Charlie complained. She stuck her tongue out "Those cooks think we don't know but they sneak out the ingredients which are supposed to be used in our food for their own homes, then they boil lots of water and spices it calling it soup " Sounds awfully familiar to me. I'll rather make away with the pieces of meat mom uses to cook. Having me around while grilling the barbeque for the family get-together was always mom's worst nightmare.

Yes, he certainly is in shock. “Really, none of us can cook, so we just got used to eating what others cook and deliver.” It really isn't a big deal, yet he looks astounded by the thought. I can cook, just it always gets burnt. That is one thing Max hated. I would be so worried he wouldn’t be happy that I would mess up.

All this while I hadn't said a word because I didn't fully understand what was going on and I felt like those who had better knowledge should come up with suggestions but it seemed like none of them knew what they were doing either so I decided to speak up, the worst they could do was reject my suggestion. “They asked for a simple meal right? Why can't we just make cinnamon biscuits and black tea?” I asked, seeing no reason for them to try to cook all these complex recipes, the client asked for something simple so the meal should be as simple as possible. “No…no…no, you don't understand, these clients are our biggest critics, nothing we ever cook is good enough or appropriate for them,” one

"Your food, you shouldn't even call yourself a chef talkless of a cook, this food taste so awful, I mean, we shouldn't judge a book by its cover, it looks good but it tastes bad" "It brings some kind of garbage taste and the texture is ao hard, gosh! I can't even chew" "Don't cook this again, don't ever cook again" "Are you talking to me?" Was I too rude?

That would help me focus on what to learn better. I did a lot, even prepared some side dishes but the tastes were always horrible. Something had to be wrong with it. It's either overcooked, salty, uncooked or burnt. I'm a bad chef. "You really are terrible at this. Boss would chop off your hands if you don't make a nice meal." Florida remarked, shaking her head sadly. "For real?" I asked, thinking she might be joking. "Yes. Cleo lost two fingers because she made a mistake twice," Mama Brown emptying the table as she wiped the sweats around her face.