Gemotions

Chef Antoine slammed the review onto the stainless steel countertop, the paper echoing in the otherwise silent kitchen. His jaw clenched, and a tremor ran through his fingertips as he paced. The critic, a renowned gastronome named Madame Dubois, had savaged his new tasting menu. "A culinary car crash," she'd written. He felt the heat rising in his chest, a prickling sensation spreading outwards. He grabbed a handful of chives and began to mince them with furious precision, the rhythmic chop a counterpoint to the racing pulse in his ears. He needed something to *do*, something to channel this… this *energy*.