Kit sighed as he walked into his mother's bakery and looked around at all the sweet things his mother had made that day. Ah sure his mother was one of the best bakers in all of Phonyland but Kit....just didn't feel it the way she did. Bon Bon tried to include her son in all her work, he having the most love of being in the kitchen; but something just wasn't right. He didn't get into the baking part of food. Mixing a bunch of stuff together then slapping it into the oven just didn't butter his biscuit.
He loved the smell of frying bacon and the crackling of the oil in the pan. He was at ease most when he could hear the bubbling of beans or stew in a big ol'pot. Adding a spice here, throwing in a vegge there, making sure to use plenty of butter; all of that is what made him love cooking. Cooking was his true passion he felt. Not the fancy shmancy stuff they did where you have ta wear a penguin suit just to get into the joint. No, he loved simple food that could be shared. But what could he do?
His mother had opened a shop to fullfill her love of baking. Maybe he could open his own shop? But he couldn't just sit a bunch of biscuits and butter out for people to just stop in and buy! That's a waste of food, and that's just wrong! Then it occured to him. A restuarant! Not one that required a tie, a simple place where people could order comfort food and enjoy each other's company. Kit felt his heart warm and glow with the idea. A nice little kitchen in the back were he could whip up dishes like Meatloaf and taters, chicken fried steak, and all sorts of other dishes! He knew, he knew what he wanted to be!
"Maw!! Maw!! I know whats I want ta do when I'm a big stallion!!" he ran back into the kitchen, telling his Maw all about his idea. She was thrilled with it, remember the first time she thought of her bakery. She would of course help him start it up, also provide a few pies for his desserts until he had enough business to make his own. Kit felt so complete, so wonderful. He had found his purpose.
