Gemotions

"Uninspired," the review spat, a festering wound in Emily’s mind. The critic had called her food "bland" and "lacking in imagination." Emily had poured years of her life into her craft. Now her reputation lay in ruins.

She scrubbed at the stainless steel, the metal mirroring her furious expression. She would not be dismissed. They’d taste her food again, she swore. This time, they’d remember. She started planning, each ingredient a weapon, each spice a barb. She could taste victory.

She went to the phone and called her supplier. She needed to start again.