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.

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

when I was much younger…

school, the end of my first semester. For

supposed to compete in a style not all that much

sky-high stakes and the television production of

gathered around our stainless steel tables,

uniforms, as our professor—Chef Andrews—paced back

of us, announcing our task

preparing beef stroganoff. A simple

that demands attention to detail. I expect

the techniques we have been

action, I felt my

in front of

forget something as basic as beef

that moment, it felt as

my mind clean.

I couldn’t remember how to get

front of me felt foreign, and

be taking on the task just fine,

were born with a skillet in their

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