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…

culinary school, the end

were supposed to compete in a style not all that much

sky-high stakes and the

was gathered around our stainless steel tables, dressed

as our professor—Chef

of us, announcing

“you will be preparing beef

demands attention to detail. I expect each

the techniques we have been practicing all

class launched into action, I felt

in front of

forget something as basic as beef stroganoff?

times before, but at that moment, it felt as though someone

my mind clean.

I tried, I couldn’t remember how to get it started.

in front of me felt foreign, and

classmates seemed to be taking on the task just fine,

with a skillet in

guy who treated every class like a personal