Ambichous strolled down the street the pink ribbon on her top hat flying like a flag in the breeze across her shoulders.  Her lucky giant kitchen spoon she stole from the prison kitchen while she was incarcerated, on bogus charges of course,  laid against her hip as it hung in the gun holster her father gave her on her 18th birthday.  It was lucky because after she stole it she successfully used it to tunnel her way out of the prison, can't get any luckier than escaping a prison term.  It was also a reminder to never get caught again, that was a lesson learned.

    She was hungry and although she knew how to cook pretty well her pockets were as empty as the church coffers were on any given Tuesday. She knew she would need some hard cash  so she started taking odd jobs around town.

     Many of the employers looked at her with quizzical looks that were  full of skepticism when they saw her large spoon hanging on her hip. So she had to resort to mugging folks she caught trying to pickpocket her. She patted her giant kitchen spoon from the prison in its holster on her hip and ambled down the street making herself appear as an easy mark for a pickpocketer.  

     She was in luck although a bit surprised at the site of the pickpocketer she appeared to well off and not in need of such  small funds as pick-pocketing usually gets you. Ambichous new to New York  was unaware of who was who in these parts .  This woman known as Kamille in New York slipped her hand into Ambichous pockets to find nothing. Kamille not only found herself empty handed she also found herself beaten with a large spoon and her pockets emptied of it contents.

Kamille looked at Ambichous and loudly called her out.  "Mugger."

As Ambichous counted out the wad of cash she snatched off this well to-do woman she responded smiling,"Pickpocketer." 

Kamille laughed heartily," I am a hungry girl."

     Ambichous smiled as she pocketed the $10,356 she had just mugged from the woman," I can whip ya  up some spaghetti and meatballs"  Kamille's response was a simple smile and a statement to match," That would be lovely." "Who should I delivery it to then? "  Ambichous tipped her hat. The woman introduced herself as Kamille, the Right Hand of New York Elite, as Ambichous extended a hand to help her up from the ground. " I will deliver it myself when it is finished." Ambichous took her leave of the woman and headed to her kitchen.

     Arriving home  Ambichous goes into the kitchen and stirs the sauce that had been simmering.She  grabs a silver pot and fills it half way with water then sets in on the stove top turning the dial to high. As the water comes to a boil she adds a little olive oil to the water so the noodles don't stick together, then tosses in a handful of #3 pasta . She stirs it gently and lets it cook till al dente. Grabbing the strainer she drains the noodles and plates them with just the right amount of sauce and several meatballs spread across the top of the noodles. Sprinkles fresh Parmesan and Mozzarella cheese on the top and golden brown piece of garlic sourdough bread on the side. Ambichous places the plate into a bag to help it keep warm as she delivers it to Kamille.

 "Here is that plate of spaghetti and meatballs. You can tell everyone it cost ya $10,356 and it  melted in your mouth like gold". 

Smiles sweetly and tips her hat as she hands Kamille the plate.

     She knew the little over 10 thousand would not last her long so she out to find herself some more stable work than simply being a mugger. One day she came upon an employer named Heston who ran some Culinary School. Apparently Heston felt that Ambichous large prison spoon would fit The Culinary School .

Heston approached her one evening with a job proposal,

"Goood evening. How are things? I got some carrots that need chopping and onions and potatoes that need peeling. Up for the challenge?" 

Ambichous tipped her top hat in greeting and responded,"Evening, I have not looked at any thing lately to tell.  Chopped or julienne carrots? What kind of taters cause you know a russets skin is tougher than a white tater. This is important to know so I can use the proper knife. What exactly are you  using the taters for  I only ask because you can cook away a russet much quicker than a white tater." She paused and looked towards  Heston smiling as she waited the answer. 

" Julienne carrots please and the potatoes are for a 60/40 butter mash for our famous cottage pie ( I can’t let you know the secret ingredient just yet though) UNLESS THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE HERE TO STEAL ."

Her eyes went wide as Heston's tone rose at the end of that statement. She responded a bit more short than she intended , but to barely meet someone and to accuse them of possible thievery well she never. Her response cordial and polite despite the thoughts reeling in her mind." Julienne it is,but if you want your taters and onions  peeled I would not be so quick to yell at me. Or accuse me of thievery." 

Heston abruptly responded to her," I am not an angry screaming Gordon want to be, we have calmness and order in my kitchen."

"That is good to hear I would hate  to let some wanna be use my services as a sou chef. " Ambichous responded with a slight lilt in her  voice. Heston must have liked her response as the offer for more permanent work soon followed.