the humble cook
The humble cook
Once upon a time, a cook was a person who prepared food for hungry people, simple food like meat cakes in gravy and boiled potatoes
one needed not to be a genius, but the person knew how to fry eggs or scrambled eggs
could read and write in order not to mistake rat poison for garlic powder
It was a whole profession, like being a butcher
a baker, house painter, or a barber
Times have changed in occupations like these, and something
more is expected, like art? Are you serious
The cook is now a chef, highly paid for transforming
food into a work of art on a plate to let taste buds run
amok, should you eat the food and not take a photo
of the dish, hang it on the wall, food/art made by
a famous chef who has lent his name to other things
and is now a millionaire, often appearing on TV
Should you find a hair fallen off a beard or some other orifices, wrap it in plastic, and sell it on eBay?
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