I loved to cook
I made pots of sauces
I made pails of soup
and I made tons of food
that I gave away to friends,
the homeless...
I just liked to cook.
I loved it soooo much
that I got this big brainwave
and I decided
that I'd do it for a living
when you take something you love to do
and put yourself in the position to have to do it...
it can sometimes take the fun outta it
cooking became about
makin it to my shift on time
it became about the politics of the Master Chef
it became about who's turn it was to fire who
so I quit cooking
and started working in a bake shop
and the same thing happened
so I quit cooking all together
didn't even rarely cook at home....
today I'm brewing vats of food
cos my nephew has moved
to the city to go to UVic
and the act of puttin
a little of this
and a little of that
into a big pot
over a slow burner
has made me happy
and that's something that I haven't been able to say
for a while.
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Yupyup, that's why I never got a job in a kitchen despite my proclivities towards the culinary... why take a perfectly enjoyable thing and make it a job? Then again, what I *do* do for a living is something most others do as a hobby, so I guess I didn't learn that lesson real well.
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