From one chef to another...a release of culinary expression. A story from a far away place - a land unknown...about two chefs...
Dear Chef...let me tell you a story.
Delicious are his words. Sumptuous are his eyes when he stare down at her round face. The menu is pure and straight forward. Here comes the story...A menu...A tale of him and her...
The foundation was elegant, free of complexity. Innocent as good ingredients can get! Shall we start with the appetizers? Appetizers are supposed to be appetizing right? A friendship and an awkward handshake was all that it took and from there your menu grew. And appetites were plenty.
With every good menu, a drink must be paired. A relaxation only the best spirits can give!
A bartender smiled a familiar smile but neither of them knew him as they both propped themselves at a cocktail table. How can you screw things up if you start with a drink? Then came the hours of laughter, the fine balance of bitter and sweet. So bitter sweet. And a balance continued. He paired nicely with a pint of Budweiser, and she no long felt the sharp bite of her spiced rum and cola. The bartender mixes up the drink order and they both switch glasses gently as to not offend the server. His jokes make her laugh with her soul, not just with her plump lips and toothy grin.
Laughter is the best appetizer. Laughter made them both hungry.
Like a warm bowl of asparagus soup on an early spring afternoon, he melted her heart, making a love grow inside her she was in no way prepared for. She didn't realize the same was happening to him, Chef. Deeper was the conversation of the menus before, the ones that shaped them both to the be the chefs they are today. Family recipes full of lessons and experience swapped and soon their bellies were full.
Glutton they both had become. Not getting enough out of each other. A menu they repeated again and again. Baring more each time. All he could think about was her menu. She became engulfed in the same thoughts. Like eating each other up without a single touch. Without a caress. Eyes and stomach bonded the two in such a way that is beyond the physical. This is the discovery of an epicurean soul mate. A karmic blend! Emulsified so well that where he begins and she ends no long exists.
This time it was a glass of not-so-lovely sangria; he asked her not to drink it and order something else. Dish after dish came to the table and they both sat speaking of passions, purpose of life and deep down they both hoped that the real topic would be how to build this menu together without anything standing in their way.
Dear Chef...let me tell you a story.
Delicious are his words. Sumptuous are his eyes when he stare down at her round face. The menu is pure and straight forward. Here comes the story...A menu...A tale of him and her...
The foundation was elegant, free of complexity. Innocent as good ingredients can get! Shall we start with the appetizers? Appetizers are supposed to be appetizing right? A friendship and an awkward handshake was all that it took and from there your menu grew. And appetites were plenty.
With every good menu, a drink must be paired. A relaxation only the best spirits can give!
A bartender smiled a familiar smile but neither of them knew him as they both propped themselves at a cocktail table. How can you screw things up if you start with a drink? Then came the hours of laughter, the fine balance of bitter and sweet. So bitter sweet. And a balance continued. He paired nicely with a pint of Budweiser, and she no long felt the sharp bite of her spiced rum and cola. The bartender mixes up the drink order and they both switch glasses gently as to not offend the server. His jokes make her laugh with her soul, not just with her plump lips and toothy grin.
Laughter is the best appetizer. Laughter made them both hungry.
Like a warm bowl of asparagus soup on an early spring afternoon, he melted her heart, making a love grow inside her she was in no way prepared for. She didn't realize the same was happening to him, Chef. Deeper was the conversation of the menus before, the ones that shaped them both to the be the chefs they are today. Family recipes full of lessons and experience swapped and soon their bellies were full.
Glutton they both had become. Not getting enough out of each other. A menu they repeated again and again. Baring more each time. All he could think about was her menu. She became engulfed in the same thoughts. Like eating each other up without a single touch. Without a caress. Eyes and stomach bonded the two in such a way that is beyond the physical. This is the discovery of an epicurean soul mate. A karmic blend! Emulsified so well that where he begins and she ends no long exists.
This time it was a glass of not-so-lovely sangria; he asked her not to drink it and order something else. Dish after dish came to the table and they both sat speaking of passions, purpose of life and deep down they both hoped that the real topic would be how to build this menu together without anything standing in their way.
But nothing really stood in his way, Chef, she never let it. All she wanted was to keep him protected. From what? From the heat and flames of her hell's kitchen! She didn't want to see him as an innocent by standard of a failed menu. A menu that never sold. A menu that had no balance or proper composition. 5 star appearances with 1 star capabilities for success.
She never could really say how much she wanted to build the perfect menu with him.
The breakfast omelettes
The bottle of 'cheerup' on his life paincakes - hoping to make even life's sad moments sweet...
The cocktail parties and vanilla-chocolate swirls
Open faced sandwiches and creme brulee
And maybe little shop where they both would create a menu of magic to share with the world...
She wanted and maybe...still wants what the chef wants. Not because he wanted it, chef, but because for the first time in her life, she found someone who's menu paired so perfectly with hers. Naturally so...she's a chef at heart.
From the background music and the crisp white table cloths
The Italian crystal stemware, and bottles of Riesling chilling in the wine fridge
What a story. Parting and reuniting and the menu still blends even better than the first time.
But she knew...he couldn't wait. Eager to cook on...a chance he took as she politely stepped out of his kitchen.
She is bold. Not afraid. So at peace with her craft that not matter how many menus come along his way, she knew her's would be the best he'd ever had.
So she has her menu. Set. Only to evolve for the better. With the top ingredients in her heart and in her pantry. When he is ready, chef, to blend a menu of such a caliber beyond his wildest dreams and desires. She will be there. Chef's coat on, hot red lips and the soulful laugh that only he, a chef can make her do...
The Menu continue...
xo,
The Girl Who Likes to Cook
She never could really say how much she wanted to build the perfect menu with him.
The breakfast omelettes
The bottle of 'cheerup' on his life paincakes - hoping to make even life's sad moments sweet...
The cocktail parties and vanilla-chocolate swirls
Open faced sandwiches and creme brulee
And maybe little shop where they both would create a menu of magic to share with the world...
She wanted and maybe...still wants what the chef wants. Not because he wanted it, chef, but because for the first time in her life, she found someone who's menu paired so perfectly with hers. Naturally so...she's a chef at heart.
From the background music and the crisp white table cloths
The Italian crystal stemware, and bottles of Riesling chilling in the wine fridge
What a story. Parting and reuniting and the menu still blends even better than the first time.
But she knew...he couldn't wait. Eager to cook on...a chance he took as she politely stepped out of his kitchen.
She is bold. Not afraid. So at peace with her craft that not matter how many menus come along his way, she knew her's would be the best he'd ever had.
So she has her menu. Set. Only to evolve for the better. With the top ingredients in her heart and in her pantry. When he is ready, chef, to blend a menu of such a caliber beyond his wildest dreams and desires. She will be there. Chef's coat on, hot red lips and the soulful laugh that only he, a chef can make her do...
The Menu continue...
xo,
The Girl Who Likes to Cook
Awesome!
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