In order to arrive at the eventual charm of a delectable plate of food, a chef often requires a strong stomach, a steady hand, decisive movements and careful clean-up. We often live on vampire's hours, stalking the night after a full day of dragging intimidatingly large cleavers through raw flesh, with our eyes bulging. Socially excommunicated on account of our bloodless complexions and a radiant odor of death, we skulk on the fringe of society.