I knew that what the CIA taught was valid and maybe existed somewhere, it wasn't the norm. Standards and expectations varied enormously throughout the country. And only rarely was it the stuff of my imagination, created in that belljar-perfect atmosphere of the CIA.
But how could I reconcile all those things I'd learned by becoming a professional cook myself and studying the work of the professional kitchen? I had changed, but were the changes counterfeit, was my entire attitude a kind of lie? Did I really need to run everywhere I went?
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