"Once upon a time, there was a chef. He had a big dinner to make for the night - something special, because otherwise he'd lose his restaurant or something, so everyting was riding on that. He slaved over papers, writing out recipes, crossing them out, shaking his head, writing down more... and none actually seemed to REALLY work for him.

Until he wrote down this: meatbuns, peach mousse, and fish soup.

It seemed good enough for him, and he spent the remaining time before the dinner slaving over the stove and oven, making sure everything was perfect...

And then he managed to do it.

He got to keep his restaurant in the end, and he managed to start turning things around after that."

It's not the best, but it's something.