Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

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Duck. Pork. A flaky pastry dough.

It should be easy. I’ve practiced it a hundred times, tasted it a thousand. It’s one

of my favorite French dishes to make, and yet, as the stage descends into

organized chaos…

I’m frozen.

My eyes are wide like a deer in headlights. The deafening roar of the crowd, the

sound of voices and cooking utensils, the movement of the cameras and the

announcer’s voice booming over the microphone—all of it is too much.

Enter title…

Suddenly, I feel as though I’m being transported back in time, back to a time

when I was much younger…

my first year of culinary school, the end of

compete in a style not all that

minus the sky-high stakes and the

our stainless steel tables, dressed

our professor—Chef

of us, announcing our

he announced, “you will be preparing beef

to detail. I expect each and every

been practicing all semester. You may

class launched into action, I felt

my ingredients in front of me, but

I forget something as basic as beef stroganoff? I had made

moment,

my mind clean.

tried, I couldn’t remember how

front of me felt foreign, and I felt

classmates seemed to be taking on the task just fine, dicing, searing,

a skillet in

guy who treated every class like a personal