The kitchen was a mess of epic proportions. Pots and pans scattered everywhere. The air reeked of burnt garlic. And to top it all off, Chef Francois' prized sauce, the one that was supposed to impress the culinary critic, was an inedible disaster. "It was like someone poured ketchup and mayonnaise into prophets and called it a recipe," said Chef Francois, his voice trembling with rage.
It started like any other day in the kitchen. The sun was shining, the coffee was brewing, and the chefs were prepping for the lunch service. But little did they know, disaster was lurking in the form of a rogue eggplant. "It was like it was alive, or maybe it was," said Chef Elise, her eyes wide with terror.