About my life revolves around work. Not because i like it but because im addicted to it. don’t get me wrong i love work i don’t want to do anything else but like all addictions its a love hate relationship that you cant live with out. it is the first thing i think of in the mourning and last thing i think about before bed. hell i even dream about it. I cant imagine doing any thing else. I have wondered many times about what is so addictive about cooking and i realized its not one individual thing its every thing its knowing that you are creating memories for people every time they sit down to eat. its the rush of adrenaline on a saturday night when your board is full and half of it is fired and
