They fascinate me, these lovelies. I always find myself yearning to know more about them. I dream about visiting obscure islands to find them and learn how to use them. My hand-selected collection comes from strange stores around the world, and steals - not just a shelf or a drawer - but an entire cupboard from my tiny kitchen. Spice blends are entirely my own. I own more grinders, mortars and pestles, and mezzalunas than shoes. I weep when one of my precious herbs wilt...
And I happen to be looking for a job.
Sadly, no culinary training rests under my belt. Do I need to start there or is there a place for me despite lack of credentials?
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