Dear Diary,
My name is Thomas, and I am a ghost. You would think that was awesome but is not, because my lifelong dream is to become a chef. Okay you can still achieve that you’re thinking, if you thought that then you’d be wrong, being a ghost means I have no taste buds. I’m still going to try though, and my first step to achieving that goal is to make delicious dinner for all my friends. I made each of my friends a dish according to their likes and personalities and I even made desert, I hope they like swarms of things I thought. As it turned out my friends hated my food, they threw it away, dumped it in black holes, and even tried to feed it to their pets. So as you might’ve guessed I ran away. I went to go see my idol Sid the alien chef, he told me he hated me twice actually, and that he’d never let me work in his restaurant ever. So I began to live on the streets. Turns out there’s a lot of hobos in New York,  one night two of them approached me, and told me they know of a place better suited for me. They took me to a hobo central. As I’m looking around I turn to look at my new acquaintances and see they have been lifted off their feet and are floating over to a hut with pie in the window. That pie has hobo lifting aroma, I thought. I walked over to the hut and saw the man who had made the pie, holy crap that’s Tony; he was a chef more popular than Sid until Sid had taken over because he was a young, fresh, and new face for cooking. I began to ask him about his ability to cook so well, as we talked he offered to teach me how to cook and all of his techniques. He had me cook and test dish after dish until he gave me one final test. He showed me his secret vial, which he told me to put a drop of it in every dish. Before my food was vile and disgusting but once I put Tony’s secret ingredient in my food he ate it, finishing all of it. As he finished tasting all my food he put his head down, you could hear a small rumbly explosion. “Your food is acceptable, but my stomach just exploded.” And with that Tony was no more. I decided I must avenge him, so I set off to Sid’s restaurant. When I arrived I took out a white glove and slapped Sid across the face with it. I told him that I was challenging him to a dual. He then took it to great lengths, he wanted to dual on 40% Iron Chef the TV show. Our secret ingredient was brains of all kind, and I’d never cooked with this this ingredient before. Even with this challenge I still tried my very hardest creating any dish that came to my mind. As the host told us to begin I ran and grabbed as much of the brains as I could hold onto. I began chopping, mixing, mashing, baking, boiling, frying, and plating. The clock was ticking away as I continued to cook with all my heart and soul. Finally as I put drops of my secret ingredient into all of my dishes they told us to stop and put our hands in the air because time was up. We both brought up all of our dishes to the three judges, two famous chefs and some D class celebrity. Sid got to have the judges taste his dishes first since I challenged him on the battle. Of course dish after dish he received praises not only for taste but appearance as well. As his judging came to a close he sauntered over to me gloating about how perfect all of his food was and how could he not win, even as he walked off he shouted back at me that I shouldn’t get too hurt by the judges negative critiques. I became very nervous, it was my turn finally. All my dishes were lined up in front of the judge’s faces. As they looked down at my food their faces twisted up in disgust, they all commented on how terrible my food looked. Reluctantly the judges picked up their forks and knives and began to dig into the unsightly mess in front of them. Their faces became confused and then relaxed into a somewhat pleasant expression, I eagerly awaited their comments. All the plates were left empty and taken away. I stood before the judges staring all of them square in the eyes. They had blank faces looking back at me until one judge began to break out and began raving about my dishes. That’s when they all started to give compliments left and right about how my food was flavorful and some of the best dishes they had ever tasted, even though the look of the food was ghastly. After I thanked all of them I went and stood in my spot in front of my huge poster, and Sid stood in front of his. We heard the announcer begin to talk about the winner and was about to announce his name. Thomas! Then the spotlight hit my face. I could tell the look of shock on my face due to the laughter mixed in with the cheers of the audience. The host came over to me shaking my hand and giving me the microphone to speak. I said “Thank you all, but I really need to thank my mentor Tony, so I will leave you all with this saying… SUCK IT SID!” I dropped the mic leaving everyone in awe. And that was the time I became a chef.
Thank you,
Thomas.