Food

(365 Day Writing Prompt Challenge; Day 5) 

     Food. It was basically my life. I mean, I'm sure everyone loves food, but my love for food is a little bit different. I'm the head chef in a brand new restaurant in the middle of New York City. It opened a week ago and I applied as soon as I could. I had always dreamed of being a chef ever since I was younger and had my own play kitchen set. Now, my dream was coming true, well, except for the waking up early part. We served breakfast, lunch, and dinner, so getting to work early and leaving late was expected. 

     I had started my career working in food trucks all over New York. The pay was pretty good, but I wanted more in a job. So when the restaurant sent me a letter asking if I could join their team I was all for it. I never expected that in just a week I would be their head chef. I was living my dream.