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She was surprised when her therapist, who’d never given any sign that he’d been listening, suggested she enroll in the Combat School of Cooking. He said:
You love food, you’re creative, and you’re mad as hell, right? Mad, as in angry, that is. I mean you’re perfectly sane, Haley, you know that. But you need an outlet. I’m writing down the address for you. Instructor’s a former Marine. Got out of Iraq, and headed straight to Le Cordon Bleu. Blew a gasket (as in oven) near the end of the course. Almost burned Paris to the ground. Well, perhaps I exaggerate juste un peu. Came back here, sans diplome, of course, and stark raving mad. Launched the CSC and got his own show on the Food Network: A Madman in the Kitchen. Maybe you’ve seen it? Culinary therapy. Genius, really.
So get your hands dirty. Bang a few pans. Whack a few knives. Throw a little flour around. Throw a LOT of flour around. Bake a nice pain de campagne.
Then come back here next week, and tell me how you feel.
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