Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book. Book Preview: #1 I loved the afternoon shift at my father's diner. I loved the peace and quiet of the kitchen, and I loved frying bacon and making ice cream cones. It was my chance to take a break. #2 I remember the first time I went to the diner. I was five. My mother took me and my sister there to visit our father, who had just started working there. We were amazed by the diner's interior. #3 I was in awe at the sight of my father, the man I had missed so much, standing in front of a giant stainless griddle, flipping pancakes. He had a big smile on his face and was whistling happily. #4 I was 12 years old when my dad first pulled me onto the line. I had stepped in to help him out at the diner, mostly because I needed the cash to buy that bike. I had learned every basic kitchen skill a cook would need to know: how to cook a burger medium-rare, how to roast a chicken, and how to extract every bit of meat from the carcass

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