The Weary Chef
Chapter 2
Deep in the trenches was where she sought her power. Confidence growing with each bead of sweat that sought the fastest route from her blazing body. Orders mixed with veiled reprimands were launched like boomerangs, returning affirmations from numerous sources simultaneously.
Her engine was really starting to fire now. An organic machine fueled by passion, vision and consistency. Each piece carefully tuned with focus and repetition, people as pistons driving the beast along the culinary highway.
Jacked up on adrenalin, hair on fire she deftly waltzed the floor. Elegant. Yes elegant. Her calm under pressure and the surety of her movements were quite visually magnetic. An ingredient from here. A utensil from there, all coming together like an artist painting a canvas. The proposed masterpiece a mere brushstroke away.
While the minions danced around her for fear of being trodden under foot, grasping with hope for things not yet sought, the satiated crowd began to wain.
