I've sent a dish back because the parsley

I've sent a dish back because the parsley wasn't perky enough, so it might surprise you to hear about the best meal I ever ate. We were a 3-day ride from the Yangtze River and had

eaten 5 Jr. bacon cheeseburgers each from Jack In The Box! NOM NOM. The single passenger skateboard we had used to get to the Yanktze River ended up making it a 2 month trip, but

why bore you with the details of my awesome life? I've spent years trying to free you slags from voting for and liking your torturers but you are too stupid to understand." Noam Ch

Omsky said that three years later when Shark Lady opened her mouth too wide and swallowed toxic tuna. She choked for five hours afterwards, leaving her husband to apologise for it.

The thing nobody seemed to notice was that the ceviche was missing and nobody could remember where the Mizuna tuna had come from. Each chef blamed the other & the debate got heated

Ultimate, the situation wouldn't have resolved itself if Lexi hadn't stepped up and taken started delegating the stations. "You. Sauces. You. Lamb. Not trained? Don't care."

"You don't need training to cook, you need heart! If you don't have the heart to cook in MY kitchen, by God, I'll tear yours out, still-beating, and serve that up instead! Go!"

I glanced around nervously. If I didn't have a heart to deep-fry, that'd be the end for me. I eyed my fellow cooking students, deciding who looked the weakest. If you can't handle

the heat get out of the kitchen. In fact, that's an even better philosophy when the kitchen is on fire. Scrambling to the exit I make a mental note to never attempt cooking again.