Cooking Academy Fire And Knives -

The fire was licking the edge of his workstation. In the chaos, a panicked student tripped, sending a heavy rack of cast-iron skillets crashing down. The exit was a wall of orange. To save himself, he had to move now. To save the knives, he had to reach through the veil of flame.

When Julian stumbled out into the cool evening air of the courtyard, he was soot-streaked and gasping. His coat was ruined, and his eyebrows were gone. Cooking Academy Fire and Knives

Julian didn't run for the door. He stripped off his heavy chef’s coat, soaked it in a bucket of ice water meant for blanching, and draped it over his head. The fire was licking the edge of his workstation

The heat was instantaneous. Julian felt the hair on his forearms curl. His signature dish, a delicate scallop crudo that required surgical precision, sat half-finished. But his eyes were on the leather roll. To save himself, he had to move now

The Headmaster reached out, touching the scorched handle of the main chef’s knife protruding from the roll. "The dish is a moment, Julian. The steel is a legacy. Today, you didn't learn to cook. You learned what is worth keeping."