Every time I turn on one of those myriad of cooking shows I see people who get up everyday and are excited about the opportunity to create new and exciting food, or maybe, just to remake the same food over and over and over again, but perfectly. You've got your chefs who take the morning market as an invitation for creativity. On the other hand, you have your pit masters who try daily to perfect the art of the perfect ribs, or the masters of Japan who daily try to make you the perfect miso, or ramen, or roll of sushi. And even though they've done it 1000x before, they don't mind. They love it - they don't see what I see when I look at my kitchen: standing for ours, chopping incessantly, the temptation of take-out menus on the fridge. Cooking for them is an art form. And although I don't understand their love for food, I can appreciate it. Don't get me wrong, I love food. Anyone who looks at me could tell I love food. But to be on my feet for 8 hours a...
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