Culinary Tales: Frenemies

This might sound odd, but my closest friend throughout culinary school was also my biggest rival.

We met at orientation, she worked in the store and sold me my extra gear. My first week of class, someone shouted my name down a flight of stairs and a whole new friendship was born.

Truthfully, Angel is a nutball, but that bitch can decorate a cake like no body's business. We were a team, and work very well together. We are strangely seamless in the kitchen, moving around each other like cogs in a well oiled machine. We work very well together, seamlessly, effectively.

However, should we be in competition, you might want to step back. Suddenly, we are cutthroat. Smiling happily supporting each other, while secreting plotting the others downfall. Whoever comes up with the better recipes wins.

We're still friends though we don't see each other much anymore, but if you dropped us into a kitchen together we would still make magic.

I know it sounds horrible, but it truth, it seems to keep us on our toes. We don't need to go against other chefs as long as we can metaphorically beat the hell out of each other. And have no fear, cause once united, we are taking all the rest of you down! ;)