It is war
A kitchen full of hungry guest
An audience of folks ready for experience in the physical sense
You sweat, bleed, love, and hate

It is sharing
In the most obvious state
Of emotion garnished on the plate
A lit cigarette on your break

It is satisfaction
Knowing you gave it all
Or at least pretending when the orders fall
Letting your instincts flow when you stall

It is passion and peer review
A drink with “The Family” after all is through
And each pint brings you closer to
A recollection of a memory

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Butter

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Tomato

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Mozzarella
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Prosciutto

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Egg

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Garlic Mashed Potatoes by Florance Fabricant

 

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