Yes'm! Executive Chef to this here fine establishment, and I admit that being a chef's daughter has its pitfalls, as I seem to have won a taste for ~high class/snooty dishes~ from reading all his cookbooks around the house (that my father ironically mostly doesn't like himself) and yet none of the passion or real skill for cooking. I mean, I LOVE food shopping, reading about food, taking pictures about food, partaking in delicious food and clearly planning large aspects of my life around it --BUT ACTUALLY COOKING? Aww hell naaaww XDD. Dad says it's because I'm lazy and I say that that is totally true, but also due to the fact that every time I was supposed to help him, he always chucked me out of the kitchen because I was 'too slow', or he'd get snappish (his style of cooking is very abrupt and get out of my way chop chop) and I'd go BAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW Y ARE U SO MEEEN TO MEEEE. So I'd sit in front of the TV with my stepbro and eventually food would magically appear in front of us when we were called to the dinner table XDD. (and in something that I will be forever bitter about, my stepbro apparently has a very delicate and superskilled palate in actually identifying ingredients that Dad is in awe of, whereas I am more of the OM NOM NOM THIS IS DELISH/OM NOM NOM THIS IS OKAY I GUESS/OM NOM NOM I DON'T LIKE THIS :( school of fine tastebuds)

WOW HAVE I JUST RAMBLED ON ABOUT FOOD.

I think your sunshine-y vibes got waylaid in Germany or something ajkfha arrrrgh it is hopefully not going to rain todayyy :(