Sunday, April 18, 2010

...the morning after.

The morning after the night before, we dragged out burned and beaten bodies onto the floor one last time. This time to set the kitchen back to the moment we arrived 4 months ago. We scoured the burnt caramelized sugar off the inside and outside of the cookware, we picked clear-meat out from between the cracks, and we scrubbed the grease out of the hoods one last time. 

When we were done, the kitchen stood ready for the next class. Somewhere out there, there are 26 people excited and nervous people who most likely aren't thinking about us, but we were definitely thinking about them. 


  1. So that's it, it's over? Darn, I was really enjoying the stories.
    You must be exhausted though. Have a good rest. And congratulations!!

  2. I can't believe it's over myself!

    Taking a bit of a break and trying to sort out what happens next.