I love to talk, serve cooked in tray ideas. So my partners, Skinny, end up choking them. It's funny.
Only in some cases, When dying, nerve or to the brink of collapse, I rescued them from a possible mental Overture, simply giving them, the reason.
The more complex ideas must be flavoring them with anecdotes, stealing the senses Diners, therefore often leave bad taste.
The subtlety, delayed exposure of concepts, induce the discovery of a new exotic dish... They are the keys that will guide you to the foolish indulgence or generosity on the other, almost without realizing it, or they sink them into their own vomiting.
When complete, I see them, satisfied. This change in his eyes, in his speech, revealing reflective knowledge. I serve all hungry coming to me, that perhaps, can't properly Cook life.