Tired, sweaty; fingertips and arm hair singed beyond recognition. Egg yolk and beef broth smeared down a crumpled, black apron. Aching feet, back, and head after twelve hours in a cramped, screaming kitchen...Doors closed, dishes washed, liquor drunk. Sleep finds an exhausted body and a mind racing with new recipes.
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 8:49 PM UTC
Tired, sweaty; fingertips and arm hair singed beyond recognition. Egg yolk and beef broth smeared down a crumpled, black apron. Aching feet, back, and head after twelve hours in a cramped, screaming kitchen...Doors closed, dishes washed, liquor drunk. Sleep finds an exhausted body and a mind racing with new recipes.
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