I think there’s a certain point in everyone’s life where you take a look at the food you’re eating and day dream about what it’s like to be a chef. Maybe you’re eating spam & rice over the kitchen sink (while crying), wondering what life is like on the other side. Not of the drain that whisks away your adult shame, but as some sort of highfalutin city chef. A master chef, who always has milk and frowns whenever someone pays less than $50 for a hamburger. If my memory serves correctly, chefs only have maybe three months of schooling over doctors, so they’re obviously superior. But…is there an easier way?