"Awwww, Chef! Why is it always me?"
"Because you have the most interesting ways of not following directions."
Culinary School was Randy's dream, but under the great whip of Chef O'Bannon, the nightmare started around nine or ten o'clock when the kitchen lab would be prepared. The circle of would-be students once again formed around Randy as he looked at his would-be Hollandaise and how it now resembled scrambled eggs.
"This is what happens when you put too much love in the heat department on your Hollandaise! Your customer did not order scrambled eggs. This is what I am talking about when you find your happy medium."
"Yes Chef!" the crowd said in unison.
Randy folded his arms and looked down at his non-slip shoes. He kept thinking he put his heart and soul into his cooking, and yet he could never get it right.
"Chef? ... How do I put everything I got into something and find a happy medium? I want to put all my love into my dishes!"
"Then you'd do well to pay attention to it's needs."
Randy raised his head, looking at the glasses-clad instructor in the big floppy hat. His teacher merely blinked at him with a clipboard in his hand.
"Oh please, Randy. Do you have a girlfriend?"
"What does my love life have to do-"
"Everything. Food and love go hand in hand. Trust me, if it's one thing about us males is that we give it our all in what we think is best and the lady doesn't even smile. Who cares what you think! Meet the needs of the dish and she'll come out perfect. She'll smell nice for you, make you feel pleasant, just remember that too much heat in the beginning will spoil just about any good dish."
"Oh crud! My Hollandaise!" another student yelled, rushing away from the group.
The instructor closed his eyes and groaned as he lowered his head. Chef O'Bannon raised his hand and shooed away the rest of the group.
"Go back to your assignment! We'll talk about a love life after class!"
Randy actually appeared thoughtful and slowly nodded at the teacher's wisdom. Taking what was once his Hollandaise, he tossed the contents from the metal bowl and began to gather the ingredients from the table.
"I never thought there was 'too much' when it came to love."
"Love itself, no... taking care of it, yes. I expect to see you stop trying and start succeeding."
As Randy cracked the eggs, putting them in a side bowl, his thoughts turned to Kiana. Flowers, chocolates, love letters... nothing put more than half a smile on her face. He started to remember the first day he met her at the library studying that guy called Chaucer. She looked like she was having the time of her life decoding all that old English.
A little salt... pepper... Randy nodded to himself.
It was time for another trip to the library. If she could find a dictionary back then, so could he.
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