I've been making pies for 20 years, ever since I was a boy.
Maggie and me have our own little parlor in a good spot downtown.
We've been together for a long time now.
I asked her to marry me a lot of times
but she always said things were fine the way they were.
One night, about 3 months ago, I was throwing some dough.
Hey, it's the only way to do it and I consider myself pretty good.
Well anyways, I was tossing and I was about to finish one up.
I was putting it up there real high, like I do,
and all of a sudden, it just stayed there--
just stayed there in the air, spinning.
It took me a couple of moments to realize what was happening.
I thought, hey, I'm dreaming.
But no, I was awake. I got scared and ran to the back of the kitchen.
I stared at it. There it was, floating in the air.
I watched it for a minute and decided that I was going to get a closer look.
I screwed up my courage. I consider myself a brave guy, hey, I served--
and I walked slowly back to the prep counter.
I gazed up and the dough slowly came back down.
Out of reflex, I lifted my hands and caught it.
I told Maggie. She thought I had fallen and hit my head or something,
but then it happened again about a week later and she saw it.
I know it's got her worried.
These past few months, it's done it a couple of times a week.
The dough will float and spin for a minute, and then slowly come back down.
I'm not as scared now as I was.
It's funny.
Lately, business has been up, Maggie wants to get married
and I think our pies are even better than before.
But hey, they were always good.
Maggie and me have our own little parlor in a good spot downtown.
We've been together for a long time now.
I asked her to marry me a lot of times
but she always said things were fine the way they were.
One night, about 3 months ago, I was throwing some dough.
Hey, it's the only way to do it and I consider myself pretty good.
Well anyways, I was tossing and I was about to finish one up.
I was putting it up there real high, like I do,
and all of a sudden, it just stayed there--
just stayed there in the air, spinning.
It took me a couple of moments to realize what was happening.
I thought, hey, I'm dreaming.
But no, I was awake. I got scared and ran to the back of the kitchen.
I stared at it. There it was, floating in the air.
I watched it for a minute and decided that I was going to get a closer look.
I screwed up my courage. I consider myself a brave guy, hey, I served--
and I walked slowly back to the prep counter.
I gazed up and the dough slowly came back down.
Out of reflex, I lifted my hands and caught it.
I told Maggie. She thought I had fallen and hit my head or something,
but then it happened again about a week later and she saw it.
I know it's got her worried.
These past few months, it's done it a couple of times a week.
The dough will float and spin for a minute, and then slowly come back down.
I'm not as scared now as I was.
It's funny.
Lately, business has been up, Maggie wants to get married
and I think our pies are even better than before.
But hey, they were always good.
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Chef Lilih
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