Gemotions

The scathing review, "A culinary wasteland," lay spread out on the counter. Chef Javier felt the blood drain from his face. He felt hollow. He was tired. He felt the weight of the city closing in on him. He felt the desperation of having to create. He craved the simple life.

He drove out to his uncle’s farm, the familiar green fields and open sky a welcome sight. He stood in the barn, the scent of hay and earth filling his lungs. He remembered a time of simple pleasures. He spent hours helping with the harvest, tasting the fresh produce. He spent the evening around a crackling bonfire, telling stories. He was reminded of the fundamental joy of his craft.