Spices of passion - The charming cook of chef Isabella

Please, a fish without a fishy taste

Isabella The ringing of a bell on the counter caught my attention, and I walked over, picking up the new order that had been handed to me by one of the waiters. I returned to the center counter of the kitchen I was running in a restaurant in Miami's upscale area." Attention, marching. Table seventeen, One scallop, One lobster, Two lobsters with Champagne sauce " I read the order aloud." Yes, chef " the response was unanimous.With a small smile I picked up a plate that had just been left on the counter waiting for my approval, I finished it with the orange sauce, wiping off any residue before putting it in the bowl, ringing the bell afterwards.This was my routine for the last two years, when I became Chef at Le Petit Cuisine, a restaurant in Miami.I loved my job but I couldn't say it was an easy life. I spent about ten hours on my feet in a hot and stuffy environment, often gave up my days off and barely had a social life, all that routine was exhausting me on a mentally dangero...