Cooking

The misbehaving cook, Sam, decided to wrap saran all over the pie. Tragically studying it as he went along the street brand new like. Trepidation slowly took hold of him as he surveyed his kitchen. Paralyzed with fear that he would not make the cut on the cooking contest he was involved in. And that the other cooks would laugh at him as well. He knew that they would not tell their own strategies of preparation. Being wreck-less was something he could not afford. It didn't work well in the kitchen. Although he could care less about his reviews from his patrons.

He needed to continue to reach out to the public if he wanted to remain in business. Though what he found was a matching set of porcelain problems. Concluding a fidgeting landmine of genius matches that he found amazing the way they were. He found inspiration in what he couldn't control. Though he didn't want to confuse the inspiration with lack of knowledge.

The squirrel changed his mind when it popped into his window. The squirrel's nails were cracked beyond belief. There were holes in its pockets, although I don't believe they have pockets, but I'm not for sure. Although its' booty knew. Bob was the squirrels' name. He crawled into the cooks' window every night perusing the smells that the cook created in the kitchen.

Toby the cooks' son declared that the marshals' were after him. He didn't enjoy that thought. Vertigo was all he could imagine. It twisted his ego to the limits. Insanity told him to stay clean. At least long enough for the marshal to leave. He told his father that he wanted to learn the trade. Cooking he thought was a fascinating review. Something that could be of value for him and his own. Mind-sick he thought he might become if he stayed without a hobby. His father thought likewise. He would have to spend long hours without food, water, or sleep. But that was the advantage he would have to accept.

One line was all he had to smoke. To change his wisdom of the culinary arts. Even then he would have to work harder than ever. Cause the reign of the drug would not last. Unless he pushed the envelope longer and harder than he was used to. Sam, the wise, they called him, did not like his son acting this way. He was better without it. Although he knew it fueled his passion for the family practice. Cooking. And that was just the beginning of his revelation.

Altogether Sam and Toby decided to open up shop to see how it went. Before exploring their other options. It was a twist to claim if ever there was one. Coloring the status. And pulling together their friendship. Before they could do this though they had to be inspected by the state. To see if it was suitable for human consumption.

If it was they were able to sell their wares and cross paths with the second batch. That they had to sell and get rid of. The passion that they once had is now dimming in the forefront. Especially since complaining about it would do no good. It might speed up the process though. Covering up the table to let this one slide for awhile. The tattoos they shared were going to come in handy at the opening of the kitchen. It will reconcile their differences. And bring them back together. Or tear them up depending on the situation. Do you think this is too bizarre? It just might be, lets find out.