Gabriella Montez, a famous French cuisine chef was yet again ticked off by some couple that said her food wasn't properly cooked. "There is nothing to be ashamed of sweetie, my wife's food just isn't cooked well enough," The man said. "Not cooked well enough, this is cooked just fine, 100 degrees for 20 minutes in the oven, cooked tenderly with just enough pink, sweetie." Gabriella said with a low but frustrated voice. "Well, come on, we'll take our business somewhere else" The man said grabbing his coat, and furiously walking out the door. "May I suggest Alex's hot dog stand down the corner, they cook to order." Gabriella said, as the manager was pulling her away from the scene. "You cant make a scene every time someone doesn't like your cooking" The manager said "I swear if you weren't one of the better chefs in this town, I would fire you" "One of the better chefs? She's just saying that to annoy me, right?" "Whatever you say chef" The other cooks were declaring. Gabriella would go in the kitchen's freezer, as a hide away to calm her down. "Well, your manager is right, you cant just throw a tantrum over food, different people have different tastes" Gabriella's therapist was stating, as she was finished up making a meal for him. "Yes, and clearly these people don't know fine cuisine, they much rather have pre-heated food from a box." "I thought we agreed no more cooking for me." The therapist said. "I'm not cooking for you, I'm just cooking, and you're eating it." "We never talk about anything but cooking, what about relationships?" "I don't have one" "When was the last time you had one?" "Isn't that a little personal?" Gabriella asked "This is therapy, this is why you're here" "No, I'm here because my manager is forcing me to." Gabriella said, " 4 years ago was my last relationship" "Who ended it?" the therapist asked "I did" "why?" " He wanted me to move out of my apartment." "And why was that a problem?" " We would get a house together, eventually break up, and then we would have to go to court to settle owner ship" Back at Gabriella's apartment; she was cooking, again when the phone rang. "Hello?" "Hi, it's us, we should be there around 8" Gabriella's sister, Christine yelled, driving with the hands free speaker on. "That's fine, so what are you guys going to want for dinner?" "Oh, don't worry about us, well just grab a pizza, so what are you doing, o wait let me guess, reading a recipe?" Christine asked. "You know, I do other things too." Gabriella said, closing her recipe book. "So how's Zoey? What does she eat these days?" "Oh she eats anything she's a vacuum cleaner" "Mom!" Zoey yelled. "Anyway well be there soon, say by aunt Gabriella" "By aunt Gabriella!" Zoey yelled.