By Christopher Munroe
His massive eyebrows furrow as he throws himself, body and soul, into his work.
Chef’s hat set low upon his brow, moustache twitching in concentration as he slaves in his kitchen, so devoted to what he does that it has become all that he is.
Did he once have a name? Bjorn? Benny? It’s lost to him now, in the haze of food and creation.
But it’s all worthwhile, in the end. He’s the best there is at what he does. And such delicacies he creates…
But what utensil to use to sup upon his grand creations?
Fork fork fork!