Chapter 22: A League of Her Own

Sammy laid her food on a tray and garnished it. The vegetables looked like a work of edible art and the sliced tofu looked a lot like meat. She had tasted her dish and everything was to her liking. The seniors and head chefs who were to taste and judge her food were already seated in the cafeteria area set up for them.

Usually, when she felt pressure to please, Sammy would become an uncoordinated mess but she felt proud of the calm that washed over her. Her steady hands skillfully put finishing touches to her ensemble.

When her name was called she carried her tray and walked with grace and purpose towards the judge's table.

After giving a detailed description of her meal and the inspiration behind it, she watched as they all dug into the food. As she watched them savor the food her nerves seemed to start sipping back into her body in spades.

When she saw them going in for seconds she relaxed. They wouldn't be going for seconds if they weren't enjoying the food.