So here it was; 500 resumes reviewed, 147 panel interviews - down to 17 viable candidates, now just four left. The Company decided that the best way to determine who would fill the
position was to have a 'Top Chef' style cook off, oh my.

Southern Style Meatloaf and a Chef's choice entree. 1 Presentation plate and tasting plates for 10.

A month passes and I get the call, it would seem that I'm one of the last three standing, one candidate dropped out when they found out that they would need to cook it off. For a week I can
think of little else, so many questions; what's at the site, who will I be
cooking against, what dish would best exemplify my cooking style and reflect my
food focus in the actual job? I can feel the weight of the world on my
shoulders, bearing me down as the date comes inexorably closer. I wear a rubber
band on my wrist in order to express some Neural Linguistic Programming - when
I find myself getting overwhelmed by the prospect of doing poorly and letting
down all who love, and depend on me, I snap the band so I can come back to a
place of calm and presence - I can only hope that I can do the same thing on
the day of the event simply by just looking at my wrist; jogging my sub
conscious into a placid place.

Soon all doubts would be answered.

Very soon there would be nothing left to do but to do it.

Driving to the city of the cook off I spend the hours staring through the traffic and road hazards like I'm trying to peer through to the present to the 'almost here'. The car ride feels like
I'm hurtling towards my future, be it good or ill. I really have to now idea
what's going to happen and trust in the tightly held belief that 'it' always
works out for the best no matter what that may look like.

Have I invested myself so dearly, emotionally, that if this doesn't go well I'll be able to square my shoulders and hold my head up high regardless of the outcome or will the let down cripple
me for weeks to come; limping along without a cause or purpose?

I sing through my conflicting emotions with the music on the flash drive stuck into the dash like a two by four thrown through a barn door by a twister.

The car rolls on.

I had googled, facebooked, linkedin and searched the blogosphere for information about the other 2 and the Company principles. Proper preparation yes but still and all the proof would be in the
pudding. In one way it didn't matter what I found, in the end my only real
competition would be me. Would I be able to get out of my own way, allow 'it'
to flow, accept the moment for what it was without forcing it? After all my
writing, and talking about Kanji in the Kitchen would I finally be able to
express it without it sounding false, trite or insipid? Would I be found to be
a poser, inauthentic - the 'fraud' of the ego that we all secretly fear or
would I be able to harness my passion, ramp down my 'bull in the china shop'
spirit and articulate my deepest gratitude and humility that I was even here at
all - surely there were so many out there, just as deserving of this
opportunity? The questions were deafening.

And yet here I was.

At the hotel I spent a very restless night sleep, going over my plan - movements, timing, script, options, backup plans and fall back positions like an Olympic athlete - my body swaying in the
brisk early morning breezes of the hotel room balcony as I close my eyes
imagining the furious last moments right before service. Before I know it, or I
believe myself ready, the clock says it's time to go; time to stand tall and
frosty my brothers and sisters and bring it - after all this time there is only
this day, this moment of presence that is real, gritty and tastes a bit steely
in the mouth.

I straighten my jacket, check my tools for the 10th time, get into my clogs and head down stairs towards what feels like my time.

The three of us meet. We're shown the kitchen where we'll be making our magic. We go to the store where we're to buy all the product necessary to prepare our dishes later at 1:30 pm. We find
out that it's not 10 people eating but 12; did we buy enough food? Had we
considered the cooking shrinkage or picked up enough seasoning?

I go back to the hotel to get a nap but sleep eludes me, my mind filled again with the dream of the dance until I resign myself to the inevitable. I get up and suit up again. Had I eaten? Did I
even need to? The adrenalin flushing my face would be fuel enough for me, I
decide and head down again to the car. The one other candidate in the hotel and
I make mindless chit chat during the drive, each firmly entrenched in our own
internal dialogue. We agree that no matter what we'll be professional and help
each; finding pots and pans, locating an onion or plating the dishes as we only
have 10 minutes between courses.

And here it is, no time left to consider the others in our lives or the possibility of defeat. Everything falls away and there is a moment of clarity unlike anything else - a place where all
possibilties exist at the same time and the hands run true and the knives all
cut straight. I'm getting ahead of myself I realize; with all my product
arranged around my cutting board I take a deep breath, close my eyes and give a
moment of silent thanks - a prayer of gratitude for even being here at all.

'You Okay?' my compatriot asks noticing that I'm not moving. 'Yeah, brother - thanks' I say as I pick my knife up and start moving with a purpose, grounded finally. Yea, man I think to
myself, oh hell yeah.

The first hour flies by as we'll all heads down, elbows akimbo, stripping produce, blooming herbs and shallots, reducing gastrics and molding meatloafs. We all steal glances at one another
through the tools hanging on the overhead rack, calling out time and checking
each other for progress. I realize that it's a perfect day, a perfect moment
frozen in culinary heaven; each of us has a distinctive style, unlike the other
and our meatloaf plates are a direct reflection - French country, ACF American
and southern as southern can be. Our entree plates have three different
proteins, three different focus, three different approaches.

It's apparent that the Company picked well, they would have their work cut out for them - ain't no scrubs in this group.

All competitiveness, judgment or self serving criticism has disappeared. We watch each other for best practices and realize that there is something to learn from the other's approach.


2:30 comes and goes like it was never there.

We find out that there will be 13, not 12. Alrighty then - no worries now; just keep going.

Suddenly we're all three outside the back door grabbing a breath of fresh air. Three different styles, three different dishes and we're all at the same point; ready to rock with a moment
to spare.

We find out that there is a scheduling change and we'll present both our presentation plates at the same time; oops, now I gotta scramble - I thought that we had an hour between the
two presentations. I grab pans of food, staged and nested in bowls ready to
fire. I cook enough for the 1 plate. We all work silently on the presentation
plates until we're called out in front of the group, quickly wiping rims at the
last and checking the height of the fried onions on the meatloaf.

'You know if this was an ACF competition, non functional garnish would cost you points' one competitor comments at the plates on the table. I wonder what the ACF would say about a candidate
bringing in prepared corn bread and collard greens or the other bringing in a
container full of tools not available to the others. I brush off the comment,
no time nor energy to give that criticism -almost there, just keep going.

I look around, startled by the observation that time is going to be tighter than I thought and shift gears, cooking and staging items necessary to plate. Wow I think to myself,
this is bangin', enjoying the moment as we walk our plates out to the staff
assembled around the table.

We take turns talking about our plates and are then excused back to the kitchen to finish it off.

I'm number 2 and started getting the plates ready; 8 minutes someone shouts.

In 6 I'm finishing the garnish and following the plate parade to the table. I stand mute, ready to answer any questions but it's apparent that my meatloaf has done the talking for me; all
heads are down and forks scrape plates - a most perfect silence.

I am excused to stage the next meal.

Back in the kitchen I start wondering what's become of candidate number 3. He seems to have been out there for a while, probably talking himself up - arguing for his greatness. I have
little time left but, for a second, I ask myself why no one asked me any
questions about my meatloaf or culinary pedigree.

7 minutes! I have my marching orders and I execute; beautifully I might add.

No matter what, I think to myself, I represented myself well today - that, beyond anything, would be my solace and my bragging rights no matter what happened.

I walk out with my head up and my heart on my sleeve, apparent for all to see.

Then the questions come; about the meatloaf, why I got in the business in the first place, what I thought the position would entail; how I saw myself in it. I speak humbly, thankful for all
my history, experience and skill set. I speak like the job was mine, saying
things like 'ours' and 'we'. Assuming the position was not lost on them as I
look into their eyes and see slight smiles and nods of heads.

My feet never touch the ground walking back to the kitchen.

Clean up, restock, gather dirty pots and pans - the days not over yet and there's till work to be done.

We congratulate each other on the back dock, stealing a cigarette. This could go any way, I say, confident in the truth of it. We all did well and we respected each other through the process -
a winning day in my book. As we walk back into the kitchen to get our final
instructions I start to feel the inevitable adrenalin crash in my legs,
suddenly heavy.

We're again introduced to the panel. Profuse thanks are offered and I get the feeling that this went very well for the Company. Pictures are taken, hands are grasped - eye contact made trying to
get a read of how it went or who might have the edge.

In the end, we're told that a decision would be made after the weekend.

Manoman, it's going to be a long three days

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