I’m standing over the stove, reflecting. The soup of pumpkin and celery and chickpeas is boiling away. I love to cook. It’s become a real passion; an unexpected hobby. A skill I’ve taught myself!
Besides, it gives me something to do. There isn’t much in here to keep your mind busy. And most guys won’t fuck with the kitchen staff.
Maybe I’ll become a chef when I get out.
Written 31st January 2016