Sandra

You’d think running a successful food business would be the hardest part of my life. But nope, that title goes to getting over my ex who just so happens to be my former boss. Yeah, I didn’t see that one coming either. One minute I’m perfecting my BBQ sauce recipe in his kitchen, and the next, I’m trying to erase him from my life like a stubborn stain on my chef’s apron.

It’s funny how life works. I thought he was helping me grow, mentoring me in the business, showing me how to make the perfect soufflé, and, well, how to love. But somewhere between the pastries and pasta orders, I realized I was more in love with the idea of him than the reality. And the reality? Let’s just say he wasn’t as sweet as my cinnamon rolls. Still, the breakup hit harder than a slap of chili powder in the eye.

And now here I am trying to heal while running my show, whipping up small chops and birthday party specials like nothing’s wrong. But you know what’s hilarious? Everything I make somehow reminds me of him. My BBQ wings? That’s what we grilled on our first date. My pastries? I perfected those while he “taste-tested” them a little too eagerly. Even my pasta… let’s just say, I’m practically twirling my feelings around like spaghetti at this point.

But it’s not all bad. I’ve turned this heartbreak into my secret weapon. When life gives you lemons, you squeeze them over a perfectly cooked fish and serve it with a smile. My customers don’t care that I’m low-key crying over the loss of love; they just want their food, and they want it to taste incredible. And let me tell you there’s no better motivation to make the best damn pasta in town than knowing your ex is still out there, probably serving something bland.

Honestly, I’ve learned a lot. Breakups are tough, but they’re no match for a determined chef with a passion for food and a business to run. If I can survive the chaos of running a kitchen during a lunch rush, I can survive a broken heart. Plus, being my boss is pretty sweet. I call the shots now, and the only thing I’m taking orders from are my customers, not some guy who didn’t see my worth.

So here’s to moving on, one perfectly seasoned dish at a time. My love life may be a hot mess, but my food? Oh, that’s fire.