The Chef

Azzolini and Liam And The Great Grand Gala

Azzolini Dalchini stared at the pasta. “It needs something, something bitter, but sweet,” he said with an Italian accent.

“Um, do you want some salt?” said Paul.

“NOOO, Salt???? Are you kidding me? What's your name, young man?” said Azzolini firmly.

“Um, P-a-u-l,” he said shaking.

“Well, Paul,” he said, looking at his name tag, “You, my friend, have a lot to learn, and luckily for you, I am a master chef. Therefore, you should be learning. I am too busy organizing the Grand Gala. So if anyone wants to volunteer to help, Paul, go now. In fact, all of you scurry unless you have a GOOD idea for this pasta.”

Azzolini shook and turned around. “What ingredient do I need? Ughhhhhhhhh!” He said, banging his head against the fridge.

“Excuse me sir, I think I have a ingredient the will turn the pasta to gold.”

Azzolini turned around. “Who are you? Are you part of the Gala critics that are ruining my kitchen with all of their orders?” He said looking around.

“No sir, I am from the U.K., sir.”

“Oh the U.K., the fish and chips land, huh? And the tea for two land?” He said, messing around in a British accent and laughing.

"Haha yes sir, I am. My name is Liam Silverwick.” Liam said with a smile.

“Okay, so Liam, what ingredient do you bring to us now?” Said Azzolini.

“Well sir, I have a lemon. A gentle squeeze of that, and a sprinkle of brown sugar in a pan, mix that, and pour along the pasta. Try it.” He said as he actually did it.

Everyone in the kitchen stared silently with their pots and pans hanging from their sweaty hands. Azzolini reached his hand down at the plate, pulled the pasta and dumped it in his mouth. “Oh my prosciutto! This is magnificent! This is pleasant on my palate! This is a masterpiece! Ohh, this is just too good!” exclaimed Azzolini.

“Thank you very much sir, it's a key ingredient to all my food back in London. Have you heard of my restaurant? The Liam Lemon? It's a coffee shop.”

“Hmm, the Liam Lemon, you say in London, Um, I think I… (gasps) yes! Of course!!! That's my special little place I like to go and relax, that's my favorite cafe. I discovered a couple of months ago. But wait, how come I never knew you, uh, Liam?” Said Azzolini.

“Well, you see, I left the place a couple of months ago to travel here and become and learn from a master chef like you. And I found out that there was going to be a Grand Gala here, so I came and wanted to know if there was any other openings,” said Liam with a great big smile, bringing delight to everyone in the room.

“Ohhh, well of course you can! My dear Liam, you are my sous chef!”

“Um, excuse me sir, I thought I was your sous chef?” said Paul.

“Ahh, nahhh you do no help Paul, I already told you, you need help!! Go get help then come back.”

Paul scurried away. Azzolini turned to Liam, who was very frightened, and said, “Ah, those Americans putting salt everywhere, they don't have our passion!” They both laughed (well, Liam nervously laughed). They turned around and started to cook for the Grand Gala ball.

The Gala of the Arts

“Okay everyone, we have been preparing for this for the last two months. Today is the day. It has finally come. So put your best work into your food, and your recipes, and if you need a little ingredient (he winks at Liam) go ahead put it in if you think that ingredient will make the person's day with the goodness and the delight. Put all you got into what you have. And before we start the chaos, as I always say before any big event, cook with your passion, your happiness, and your heart. Ready, chefs?” Azzolini yelled with excitement.

“Yes chef!” They answered back.

They took out their pots and pans and started cooking. The air was filled with the crisp scent of the mixture of different fruits and vegetables that make the fresh smell that makes the kitchen be fresh and ready for the Gala.