Don t Diss the Chef
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Sarah Bell was wondering how she had gotten to this point in her life. How could she be so miserable? And worse, she knew it was all her own fault. Sarah had made her own bed, so to speak, and now she was sleeping in it. Alone. And THAT was a large part of her problem.
She shivered from the cold — standing outside on the pier at night in Malibu was cold in February. Even for California!
‘Brenda,’ she asked her friend from work who had dragged her out for the evening, ‘Remind me why we are standing here in a line, waiting on this freezing pier?’
Brenda could barely understand Sarah, whose teeth were chattering. A gust of wind came by at just that second, and even through her pants Sarah could feel the cold ocean air. Thank god she’d opted to wear pants, and not a skirt, for the evening.
‘We are waiting in line, because that is what you have to do if you want to eat at L.A.’s hottest new restaurant, and it happens that they don’t take reservations!’ Brenda replied. ‘Anyway, it’s been months since you’ve been out, Sarah. Not since your boyfriend Mark left you, anyway.’
Sarah was slightly annoyed at Brenda’s remark about Mark, but not for the reason one might expect.
‘He didn’t ‘leave’ me, Brenda, I drove him out by being a first class b-i-t-c-h…’
Brenda quickly interrupted Sarah, before the tears could start.
‘Don’t go getting all upset and beating yourself up again, Sarah. We’re here to have a good time, and eat a meal to die for. I’ve been told…’ Brenda continued on, not noticing that Sarah was lost in her own world.
Sarah could still see the picture in her mind of Mark lying there in their bed, the sheets only partially covering his lean, masculine body. She looked down on his sleeping form, his wavy black hair ruffled, his face peaceful and his eyelids closed concealing dark eyes that burned with passion when they made love.
Mark never exercised as such, but his work involved lifting and moving heavy boxes every day, and it showed in his muscular arms and shoulders. He didn’t have the highly defined abs that the body builders who displayed themselves on Venice Beach exhibited, but his torso was nevertheless well muscled, and, in Sarah’s opinion, very sexy. And the line of hair that descended from his chest down his abdomen like an arrow pointing to his organ, concealed at that moment under the sheets, made Sarah wish she had time to crawl back into the bed to kiss and caress him awake.
Alas, she had to get to work. Damn! She looked at the clock next to the bed and realized she was running late as it was. She turned and walked out of the bedroom and out of the apartment.
She and Mark had been living together for just a little over eighteen months, and for most of that time, it had been bliss.
Sarah Bell worked in the financial industry, having gotten her undergraduate degree from a top-50 mid-western university. Following graduation, Sarah had fulfilled her dream of getting a job in Southern California, in the Wealth Management department of UBL — United Bank of Liechtenstein, in Santa Monica. Actually, her dream wasn’t so much that of working in Southern California — Florida would have served as well — as it was escaping from the bitter cold winters of her native Chicago!
She had first met Mark while getting lunch with a couple of her friends at the restaurant across the street from her office. They had often dined there before, but that day as they ordered their usual meals, there were two changes.
First, which only Sarah seemed to notice, was that instead of their waiter, another man, with wavy black hair, an olive complexion and deep-set dark eyes, served them their food. Sarah looked at the attractive young man, and found herself staring directly into his eyes — which were looking directly back at hers! She froze like a deer in the headlights for a moment, until he smiled showing his white teeth against his tanned skin, and showing even more cheek, winked at her!
The second difference, although not a bad one, was the food. The five women who had come to lunch that day had all ordered the same meals that they regularly ate at the restaurant. But this time, and there was no other way to say it, the food was simply better. Each of them noticed small changes in the preparation of their meals that enhanced the flavor. Changes had been made to the spice combinations, a sprinkling of cheese and garlic butter was added to the vegetables. The beef was slightly more tender, the fish was delicate and flaky to the fork. Little things, but which in total made the meal memorable.
As Sarah left to return to work, she asked the waiter, ‘Who was the man who served us out food? Don’t you normally do that?’
The waiter grinned, ‘Yeah, I do. But for some reason, today the cook wanted to take care of your table himself. Very odd, but who am I to argue, I get to keep the tip.’
Sarah, intrigued, began eating at the little bistro on a regular basis, and when the black-haired cook was working, he always seemed to find an excuse to serve her. She finally learned that his name was Mark, and she began plotting how she could engage him in conversation.
Mark had been entranced by the slim redhead with the pale skin and sky-blue eyes from the moment he’d seen her come into the restaurant. When she wore a skirt and heels, he could see her long, shapely legs, and just watching the motion of her derriere as she walked across the room could give him a hard-on.
Sarah finally decided to take the bull by the horns, and use the direct approach.
‘Do you have time to sit down with me for a minute, please,’ Sarah finally requested, as he was arranging plates of food on the table in front of her.
Mark thought about it — nothing was cooking that he had to supervise for a couple of minutes, so he took a seat across the small table from his dream woman.
She extended her hand, ‘I’m Sarah, and I work for UBL across the street.’
‘I’m Mark, Mark Flore,’ he replied, taking her hand, but just gently holding it between his dry, warm hands. ‘I’m the chef here, sometimes server, and your fervent admirer!’ He said that with a twinkle in his eyes and his generous smile, which revealed dimples in his cheeks. Mark was anything but shy and retiring.
Sarah could feel a blush that started in her neck and quickly rose to her hairline. It took her a minute before she remembered to pull her hand back away from Mark’s. There was definitely chemistry between the two of them.
‘Mark, you know, instead of waiting until I come for lunch and serving me, you could just ask me out on a date!’ Sarah told him flat out. It had taken her days to get her courage up to make her approach, but she wasn’t going to take a chance that Mark wouldn’t ask her out or that some other woman would get her claws into him.
Mark was gob smacked! He sat there looking as guilty as a little boy caught with his fingers in the cookie jar. Sarah thought he was even cuter, if it was possible, at that moment. It took Mark only a second to recover. Before he responded, he took a deep breath, released it, and then took another. Then his smile returned and Sarah could almost see his heart melting.
‘That sounds like the best idea I’ve heard all day, in fact it’s the best idea I’ve heard all week — no, all month. Maybe the best idea I’ve ever heard in my life!’
That was the beginning, for of course, he did ask her out. In fact, from that moment on, they spent every spare minute that they could together. After dating for a couple of months, Mark and Sarah, fairly certain that they had found their soul mates and life partners, moved into an apartment together, not far from the beach.
In many ways, theirs was a match made in heaven.
Sarah and Mark enjoyed the same music, they watched the same classic movies, and laughed at the same jokes. They were both
relatively neat, not a Felix and Oscar odd couple. They compromised with each other, each willing to give a little on their position if by doing so they would make the other happy.
And when it came to making love, they were a perfect fit. Neither one of them had been virgins when they met, but they were such an incredible match that when they made love, it was like they had never known any other lovers. They were attuned to each other’s needs and desires. They both had the attitude that the other’s pleasure was more important and came first before their own.
There was always one, actually two, flies in the ointment for Sarah.
The first was Mark’s work. His job demanded an immense dedication — he worked long hours, sometimes starting so early in the day, that Sarah would awaken to find him missing from their bed, even from the apartment. Other times, he would be working late long after Sarah had gone to bed. Mark would slip in so quietly that he wouldn’t even wake Sarah (who admittedly slept like a log!), but he would still be asleep the next morning long after Sarah had left for work. She would bend down and kiss his cheek or forehead, and the edges of his mouth would turn up in an unconscious smile, and he would mutter a few words in his sleep.
Of course, Mark also had to work most weekends when Sarah was off, and while she intellectually understood why he wasn’t available to her, at an emotional level it bothered her anyway.
The other aspect of Mark’s chosen field that bothered her was that as hard as he worked, and as many hours as he put in, he wasn’t paid what Sarah thought he should be. Not that Mark didn’t contribute his share of expenses, he did. But he had to watch his spending, which limited what they could do as a couple, and how often. Not that spending money was a problem, getting back to the fact that so much of the time he was either working or sleeping, recovering for his next shift.
Even Sarah, though, had to admit that she had never eaten so well in her entire life as since she’d lived with Mark! There was never a real reason to go out for dinner, because Mark could prepare a better meal at home in their own kitchen than one could buy at any but the most exclusive and expensive restaurants.
In short — several aspects of Mark’s work caused Sarah a certain level of heartburn.
The second ‘fly in the ointment’ for Sarah was subtler, and if anyone had pointed it out to her, she would have dismissed it as utter nonsense.
Looking back, while Sarah had been away taking classes at her university, Mark was traveling the world learning to cook.
Sarah, in addition to her Finance and business classes, had a general education that included history and political science classes, English literature and psychology classes, and a host of classes in other subjects as well. Many of those were classes that on her own Sarah would have never taken, but they were required. Which of course is the point of a Liberal Arts education — a broad field of knowledge introducing students to subjects that left to their own devices they would otherwise ignore.
With her degree in hand, Sarah was something of a snob regarding formal education, which Mark didn’t have.
Mark had traveled through Asia, learning to cook Chinese, Indian, and other Asian ethnic cuisines. Mark had worked in Latin America cooking everything from tamales in Mexico, to delicate fish dishes in Lima. He had spent time in Germany and Central Europe making sauerbraten and goulash. In France he had worked in bakeries, and even attended culinary school in Paris.
His true culinary love, though, was Italian food, cooking and eating the dishes of his ancestors. And in the end, his most important teacher was his mother, who passed to him the knowledge that generations of his family before him had perfected in the art of food preparation.
Mark’s lack of what passed in Sarah’s mind as ‘formal education’ hadn’t been a huge issue for the first fifteen months that they had lived together. While Mark hadn’t taken classes at a university, he was interested in current events and history, especially European Renaissance history. He was also knowledgeable about classical music and painting — another knowledge set that he had learned from his mother.
The upshot was, that on those few occasions when Mark had been able to attend social events held by Sarah’s employer, he was perfectly capable of carrying on an intelligent conversation on a variety of subjects, and no one thought about whether he had a college degree one way or the other.
That was until Mark and Sarah had been living together for about sixteen months. That was when, like in every Garden of Eden, the serpent appeared. In this case, it was a serpent by the name of J. Phillip Woodword.
Phillip (never ‘Phil’) was transferred into the Santa Monica branch of UBL as part of a program intended to groom him for upper management (at least that was what he made sure all of his co-workers were informed). He had gone to one of the snooty east-coast schools and came from an ‘old money’ family. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a whole lot of the money left by the time Phillip arrived on the scene, but it didn’t prevent him from looking down on almost everyone, especially these west coast upstarts.
While Phillip might have been an insufferable snob, he wasn’t blind and his reaction to watching Sarah’s divinely proportioned ass in motion as she walked down the hallways of UBL was about the same as Marks. He wanted to tap some of that! And he tried.
Unsuccessfully!
He could hardly believe that Sarah would turn him down when he asked her out, but she politely let him know that she already had a boyfriend and that although she and Phillip could be friends and colleagues, they would never be more than that. Phillip, to all outward appearances, took the rebuff well.
On the inside, he was seething. Phillip decided rather than giving up on Sarah, to redouble his effort to get into her pants. He just had to figure out how to split her away from her damn boyfriend.
His attack started with a casual conversation over a cup of coffee in Sarah’s office.
‘So Sarah, what does your boyfriend do?’ was Phillip’s first foray of gathering intelligence.
‘Oh, he’s a cook. He works at ‘Bistro Parisian’ across the street,’ she replied, not knowing that she had just given Phillip his line of attack.
‘A cook? That’s really interesting,’ is what he said, but what he was thinking was, ‘What the hell is a stone fox like her doing hooking up with a cook?’
‘Does he have a degree? Or is he, you know, one of those English Lit majors who couldn’t find a job, or something?’
‘Oh no. He never went to college. Actually, he spent about six years traveling around the world working as a cook. He saw a lot of interesting places and met a lot of different people,’ Sarah explained.
‘But he never pursued any formal education?’ Phillip pressed the issue.
‘Well, he did go to a cooking school in France, I think,’ Sarah told him, trying to remember something that Mark had mentioned in passing one time. ‘Yeah, I think it was called ‘Gordon Blues’ cooking school, or something.’
‘Wow, that’s, ah…’ Phillip started, but just trailed off.
‘What?’
‘Well, it seems pretty unusual for someone as educated as you who went to a highly ranked university, to be together with someone who doesn’t share the same kind of educational background. But hey, I’m sure that you two have worked it out just fine.’ Phillip didn’t want to be too obvious about his approach.
Sarah just nodded her head, taking in what Phillip had said.
‘Oh, we do really well together, and Mark is very intelligent even if he didn’t go to school. He reads a lot too, when he isn’t working.’
Not long after that, Phillip returned to his own office. But the seed had been sown in Sarah’s mind.
That evening after dinner, when she and
Mark were sitting together in the living room talking, she raised the issue of education herself.
‘Mark, honey? You know, I was thinking: if you wanted to go to college, I make enough money now that you could quit your cooking job and go back to school.’
Mark looked at her incredulously.
‘Why would I want to do that?’ he asked – his attention now fully focused on Sarah.
‘I don’t know, you might find all sorts of subjects that interest you at college. I know I did. When I started at the university, I thought that I was going to major in biology and go to medical school, instead, I discovered that what I really enjoyed was business and finance, and ended up getting my degree in that. And look at the job I got as a result.’
Mark didn’t answer immediately, but Sarah could see that he was literally getting ‘hot under the collar’.
‘Sarah, how would going to college help me to be a better chef? Or are you saying that cooking is a profession that is somehow less important than working in finance. Or are you suggesting that I’m not educated enough or smart enough for you?’
Sarah became somewhat defensive herself, ‘No, I’m not saying any of those things, I was just offering to support you if you were to decide to go to school.’ Now she was getting wound up too, ‘And I think you’re very smart, so smart that I think you could be working a regular work week, and making more money if you were to get a degree and find something else to do!’
‘I don’t think that you understand me very well,’ Mark hotly replied, ‘Cooking is all I’ve ever wanted to do, and I’m happy doing what I’m doing. It is hard work, and demands long hours, I know, but it’s what I’m good at, and what I love.’
Sarah backed off a bit, ‘OK Mark, I didn’t mean to get you upset, but I wanted to offer just in case. And if you were to ever change your mind, the offer stands.’
That was the end of their first spat, although a couple of hours later as they lay next to each other in bed, they were each thinking their own thoughts and for the first time in their relationship, they were unwilling to communicate them.
So it went for the next two months, Phillip always ‘as a friend’ would make observations about Mark’s job or his inferior level of education compared with Sarah’s, or even implying that Sarah should be with someone on a higher intellectual plain.
From that night forward, there was always an edge to Mark and Sarah’s conversations. Mark had become sensitive, perhaps too sensitive to Sarah’s words, seeing more in them than she meant. He began to interpret what she would say as subtle criticisms. He in turn would become short with her. Soon their interactions became an exercise in verbal sniping at each other. In other words, they were hurting each other on a daily basis, both of them acting out of the fear that they were losing the other, and it was becoming a self-fulfilling prophecy.
The final crisis came about two months after their first little argument.
Given Mark’s long hours, sometimes into the evenings, it was not unusual for Sarah to go out for a drink or two with the girls after work. Mark had never objected to her having time with her friends. But that night, he began to wonder about the ‘girl’s nights out’ as well.
That evening, Phillip joined the other Wealth Management group employees at the bar. In truth, Phillip could be a charming man, and quite a conversationalist when he wanted to be, and that evening he dominated Sarah’s time. Indeed, they spent almost the entire evening talking with each other to the exclusion of any of the other members of the group. Even after the others had called it a night and left, Phillip and Sarah continued to chitchat. Finally, almost two hours later than was her normal habit, Sarah arrived home to find that Mark had actually gotten there ahead of her.
Mark was somewhat disappointed that Sarah wasn’t there when he arrived. He’d been able to take off early from work, and had hoped to have some time to spend with Sarah, to try and address the problems that had been developing in their relationship. Plus, he had some exciting news that he had hoped to share with her — news that would change his future career.
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