3:45AM and Apparently, I Can Cook.
Another thing about life that I love:
I was having a bad night. One person, with angry words, turned what was a emotionally productive day into a night without sleep. My brain couldn’t shut off, replaying the childish outburst over and over and over…
And then someone, out of the blue, complimented me.
A Chef at a restaurant in the UK that had earned 3 Michelin Stars told me I should either teach cooking or go to culinary school, because I was born to be a Chef.
Now, I don’t take compliments well. While I do agree they have their place, and for some people they are necessary and valuable, for me they have almost no worth. It is nice to be aware that someone finds me attractive, or likes my singing voice or something like that, but it is always a matter of opinion.
He knew what he was talking about. They don’t just hand out Michelin Stars.
So, apparently I can cook. Maybe I should do something with that?
