A Recipe for Success..... or Disaster

As the Apprentice leant over the simerring pot smelling the hot aromatic stock, the chef approached with his firm shoulders and glaring stance that even the stock freezes on sight.
"What have you got in there" he asked
"Why have you got so many onions in it"
"What is this on the side"
"Why is the garni to much"
" And have you stirred it, have you measured your vegs to your meat, have you coloured your meat before hand?"
"Why this, Have you that???"

All in such a sudden burst i lost in touch with reality, gazzed into nothing and shook in spite.unaware in what i was doing i burnt myself on the pots handle as the apprentice walked by my, grinning..
"OUCH"
"I , I ....
i have the main ingredents for the perfect stock chef" i said
the leek has been washed and trimmed down, using what was left from the soup.
the carrrots have been spared and some fresh for there was not enough.
the onions where peeled fresh today for the onion gravy next to it,
and the meat had been roast to a golden crunch and the jus poured into the pot of delicous flavour.

"Very well.. it dose smell fine"

i repleied to the chef. : i dont trust the other apprentice, i dont want him take take my recipe! i dont want him to steal what i have put so much love and energy into.
he can use when it needs to but when he just wants is another thing. it shits me off!
I hate him and dont trust him. iwant to be his friend but im just so paranoid.... or jealous

the chef looked back at me.


"you may have made this stock! you may have put all your hard work into it. you may have cared and shared your emotional passion for it . but its not yours, you only made it, you helpd it. what it dose now is up to it. understand it has feelings to, and if you dnt care for it with the love it truly needs then there is no point even starting with it".
"It is not just vegtables in a pot, it is not boiling water to colour. it is the flavour of life, the passion of the begining of food, and you created it. what it dose now is up to it. many will use it, touch it, taste it".
"You must remember the others, the other apprentice. even though you believe he stole your last recipe dosent mean he meant to, maybe the recipe wanted to be stolen. so you could create a better one. you cherished that recipe and with that you ad used and destroyed what flavor it had left.
use your hands and mind carefully, make what you create with gentle passion".

as the chef starred into my eyes more, deeply and my powerful.
"share and dont be greedy".
"give and you'll always get it back".
"do not let this recipe be taken away from you, used, stolen or disrespected
but share it with love and it will alwaysbe your recipe. you created it
as it created you. do not create the distraction, or even worse...lose it"

with a shocked glare of awareness stright from his eyes into mine, stright through to my nevous tenden in my brian sent a wave of emtion and care into every part of my body. love was felt and a power was gained deep inside my heart.
islowly looked away at the chef to the pot and felt it move inside, speaking to me .
then i looked back up at the chef, as he walked away i could feel what he meant

my awareness was lifted and my gift into myself progressd, i had been told what i needed.

The greatest recipes to life are MY own creations !!!