I can't say enough about a woman with a strong presence in a commercial kitchen. They're just better at a multitude of things, & they don't get enough credit in a misfit, male-dominated industry. Even so, Jennifer was a special case...
A culinary misfit in her own right, Jennifer lead a team of assholes (including me) to nightly victories over the hoards of people that we'd entertain. We were creating and prepping a new, large, fresh seafood menu daily, with ingredients from all over the world. We were no sissies. With Jennifer at the helm, we were gods.
We were doing the best seafood in the city. Of course, we were. She made the most beautiful food any of us had ever seen, staff or guests.
"Make it happen!", is what she'd belt out from her gut when confronted with my excuses.
I remember her sweaty, red face in the middle of the rush. I remember how she impacted me, burning down every preconceived notion I had about food and dining. She put me on the spot on more than one occasion, always pushing, clawing, stabbing. She expected me to be at her level. I wasn't. Don't think I ever will be.
If you want to be the best, you have to surround yourself with the best. I did just that for over three years.
She's world-class. If you don't know who she is, you will soon.