You admit that your first love has nothing to do with baking;
that you wanted to be
like Louise Bourgeois, like Tracey Emin,
like Virginia Woolf, like Sylvia Plath
before you wanted to be like Julia Child, like Nigella Lawson.
People ask you why you quit University In order to slave away at a hot oven.
Didn’t you learn about feminism?
Why do you choose to wear an apron?
As far as I know, a chef is predominantly a “man’s job”, and the professional kitchen is no place for a woman.
As far as I’m concerned, a man who insists that cooking is a man’s job
is the sort of man I am only too willingly happy to accept.