Chef Christopher Young wondered if it was possible to be over precise in his measurements. His mentor had always told hi that while following the recipe was essential, there had to be a certain amount of creativity and inspiration infused with the dish that was being created. Christopher himself had never subscribed to such a concept and thus followed everything to the letter–never deviating–never changing…all in all he supposed that it was a rather boring way to cook. He would see his colleagues having fun in the kitchen, making messes and creating utter crap–but there was a joy there for them. For Chris it wasn’t so much as joy as a simple comfort. He took comfort, a great deal of comfort in knowing exactly what was going into his dish. He liked the predictability of it all and if he ever believed that he would change his tune, he would have thought that the other person was delusional… until now.
“Alright ladies and gentlemen it looks like Chef Young has hit a bit of a snag,”
A bit of a snag, he thought forlornly to himself as he looked at his brittle chocolate. You can say that again.
“Christoph?” asked his blonde, Russian assistant. “What are we going to do?”
Christopher shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. I have no plan.”
“Stuff the plan,” she prompted. “Improvise.”
Christopher turned to his assistant with narrowed eyes. “I don’t know how.”
“Clear your mind,” she suggested. “Just let your hands do the work. You are a genius Christoph you can do this…”
With a deep sigh Christopher turned back to his work space and surveyed the materials that he had at his disposal. It wasn’t much, but he was determined to finish come hell or high water. Hell, maybe he’d be able to pull out a win, at the very least he was going to finish.