I found my passion when I first saw my knife. Beautiful piece of carbon steel attached to a wooden handle that fits in my hand perfectly. That cleaver keeps an edge like nothing I have have ever seen before. She cuts through anything. I found my passion when I first held a knife in my hand, Sliced and diced fresh tomatoes from my neighbors garden. Started to help my dad with dinner at age five. I found my passion cooking whole animals  for the neighborhood parties. Lambs,  chicken, and ducks all roasted on a spit. And cooked until you can pull it right off the bone. Letting the fat drip down on potatoes, flavored by the animals cooking over them. I found my passion when I smelled Applewood smoked beef bacon in the morning. Knowing that I helped my dad cure it and smoke it. Cooked to perfection.  Cooked until it is crispy, but also a little chewy. So every time you bite it, you have to tear it away from you mouth. I felt passion melt in my mouth,  gnawing on a the legs of a turducken.  Passion roast in my oven for 8 hours, so its skin gets really crispy. But passions insides still remain tender.   The aroma of passion can be detected in many forms. To start off in the morning, You got the bacon and eggs aroma. During lunch the grilled cheese and tomato soup aroma. For dinner you can find Matzah ball soup, brisket and a side of roasted potatoes. Passion comes in many shapes and sizes. Passion comes in high amounts of calories and low amounts of calories. Passion is always yummy in the tummy.