In the Weeds
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Description
Her new employer might have just been a chef's most annoying customer: barely tolerate stiff drinks, doesn't like chewy moluscs, doesn't eat chicken, is allergic to honey. Other than the good pay, she's sure this filthy rich lady can only offer her a headache. Please proves me wrong, universe. Proves me wrong.
Foreword
This story commissioned by wendydarl. Her prompt is "culinary school grad ssw working for prickly Hamptons-like resident bjh in the hope of opening her own restaurant + bonus point if Daniel Boulud appears like in your story [i.e 85 Bloor St E]." Such a demanding commissioner (lol), but I did enjoy writing this story.
Thank you for trusting me, mate! See you again in my fic-writing retirement cave.
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