Alana’s Food and Wine

There will always be a need for cooks.
Normal Johns and Janes want the luxury
Of eating out, and they provide it.
And when the house is packed,
Ten tickets a minute, they remember their mantra:
"More hate, more flavor."
Some cooks are lucky enough to work for
Finer places, low volume.
Some zen found in the kitchen's rhythm.
washing, chopping,
searing, plating.
At finer places, the pagans–er–guests
Make high sacrifices for high fare,
And they never say grace

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