SlaveGirl is questing to find what she is supposed to be doing in life. While she enjoys her job, it pays well and keeps her learning and busy, it was a fluke that she fell into her profession of web engineering and design. Even though she enjoys it, it isn't her calling. Over the past couple years, she has started to feel that perhaps professional cooking is what she is supposed to be doing. Without thinking much about it, she had started cooking a lot at home, and then inviting people over to cook for them. She found herself reading food magazines, and books about food, about working with food, about the life of food, and the food of life.

In restaurants she started enjoying sitting near the kitchen, peeking in doors or over counters at what was going on. During these two years she became friends with an executive chef, who she dated briefly, and still remains friends with. In fact, he is integral to this experience, as it is he who offered her this chance to work for free at a fine dining establishment, where he is executive chef. During this friendship they have gone to dinner themselves, and she has followed him back into the kitchens of several restaurants, fascinated by the world behind the doors. The raging but disciplined chaos of steam and pots and knives, and sweat.

Many would find it crazy to think that hot stoves and creating pounds of lemon zest would be a good way to spend one's working hours, and maybe it is. Maybe she is that kind of crazy. The point here is to find out.

That in itself is probably crazy, a mostly untrained but well-read on the subject woman plunging into a mostly male profession, surrounded by experts and individuals with years of experience. Her future coworkers already think she is nuts, doing this for free. But she HAS to know, one way or the other. There is no wrong ending here, just the correct answers based on a risk, a little insanity, and one mess of female cojones. And the willingess to chase a dream.