Gemotions

Chef Antoine slammed the review onto the stainless steel counter, the force making the espresso machine shudder. The words, penned by the notoriously scathing Madame Dubois, seared his vision: "Bland," "Uninspired," "A culinary graveyard." He laughed, a short, sharp bark that echoed in the silent kitchen. He felt a buzz under his skin, a restless itch demanding action. He snatched a carton of strawberries, a vibrant red against the cool steel, and began to hull them with furious, precise strokes of his knife. "Graveyard, eh?" he muttered, grabbing a handful of basil and a lemon. "We'll see about that, Madame Dubois."