She gave me a thoughtful look. “Maybe that’s why you should dream bigger—so you can choose something different for your future.” Then she broke into a gentle smile, her eyes warm. “Listen, you have real talent in the kitchen. You don’t just do what I tell you—you’re tasting the food, adjusting spices, noticing if the sauce is too thick or too thin. Not everyone has that instinct.”
Her words stuck with me for days. The next time I visited, Ms. Allen had a small notebook ready for me. “Write down the recipes that we try,” she suggested. “And if you come up with an idea, jot it down. You never know what might come of it.”
