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I can’t believe my head chef has a kid, a cute blonde baby whom he brought to the restaurant last week. He’s so…human.
I can’t imagine him coming home to a family. I always thought he just passed out on the couch with his chin to his chest and a scotch in his hand. The following questions come to mind: does he stand over his wife instructing her to open a carton of milk? does he scream at his kid to “work clean” when she’s playing lutu-lutuan (pretend cooking)? does the swear jar in his home have enough coins to book his family a flight to Europe and back?
But what do I know about him and how chefs are supposed to act home. He can act like he wants to act because he’s got a lot on his plate, nay, he has a whole degustation course of worries and minute details about the restaurant. I understand his fits of rage but I’m still scared of it.
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