I want to work in a sunny kitchen with nice people making colorful, made-from-scratch food and serving it to customers whom I talk to and get to know. I want to lift crates of apples, sweep onion peels from floors, knead wads of bread dough, and leave at the end of the day exhausted and covered in flour and tomato sauce. I want to organize refrigerators, counters, display cases, and pantries so that even the cans of beans are beautiful. I want to give people food that makes them feel good, and educate them on how to make it themselves. I want to write about my experiences every day. I want someone else to write down recipes because I hate measuring.