Name:
Hyena
Story:
A dream. That's what it had always been. Culinary school, a part of getting there. Ever since he was a kit, effort went into learning how to make the best meals. For those around him or nights alone to himself, he would cook every night-- at least on those nights he could afford to buy groceries for. He usually would use what he had around him and made something pleasing, although accompanied by the uncommon bad attempt. Having graduated just recently from the Culinary School he went to, he was set off. How would he make money to start up his own restaurant? That was the paining question.
Hyena shook hands with his Classmates. He smiled at those around him, congratulated them on their studies and what they planned on doing with their futures. Then it hit him.. he wasn't so sure. How was he going to do it? The amount of money and time it would take to earn that much cash, to work that hard, to achieve his goal. To own his restaurant. He leisurely strolled away from the graduation ceremony, as it ended. Hopping in his car, he sighed and turned the key, starting the engine and driving out of the parking lot. "To town," he muttered to himself. While yes, he was happy that he had just graduated, he hadn't been able to think much about what he was going to do afterwards now that he was.. well, out of school.
Driving onto main street, he realized soon that the annual apple festival was taking place. He smiled at the kids on the rides and smelt the glorious festival food, most of it being caramelized or cinnamon apples.. Not much originality here. He parked and hopped out of his car, strolling down the sidewalk. Band was playing, rides were running. Games were being played.. and he had a super good idea. A great, great idea. What if.. to make money, he set up a stand? Most of this food is the same thing, being sold over and over.. by the same old carney stand. Instantly he ran back to his car, and while he didn't quite want to leave yet-- he pulled out a notepad and a pen and began writing down amazing, apple related, recipes. He called the head of festival board. Thankfully the festival had just began, and he was able to snag a spot as a dealer. He drove quickly to the store, using what little funds he had to buy the ingredients he would need. Thankfully, he had enough to get a good stock.
He got out his tent, his cooking ingredients, and some utensils. He drove to the festival that night, and set up. Cooking apple pies, apple cheesecake on a stick dipped in chocolate, and the usual cinnamon apples with oats.. but also amazing things such as Caramel apple icecream and cobblers. They loved it, all the children loved it.. and he eventually saw himself traveling to festivals, many festivals, and working up a sweat-- but also a good fund account. He went from places like persimmon festivals, state fairs, and his hometown's apple festival. Always aiming his food at the sweet minded during the fruit festivals, the state fairs were more of a diverse selection. Sauteed chicken thighs with mango salsa, delicious. They loved it, they all loved his cooking. And while yes, it took a while.. It takes everyone time. 3 years passed, 3 apple festivals. 3 state fairs per state around him, as he couldn't afford to travel too much-- and 3 years hoping, a building just outside of his hometown was for sale. He hoped, hoped very hard, that it would be his. He could renovate it if it wasn't too well built, he could work up more to buy it if it was too expensive.. but it was just perfect. Now, it's signed off in his name, just perfect. Not too expensive, not worn down. Modern building with vintage booths. Now, under the name of
Hyena's Den.
Hyena
Story:
A dream. That's what it had always been. Culinary school, a part of getting there. Ever since he was a kit, effort went into learning how to make the best meals. For those around him or nights alone to himself, he would cook every night-- at least on those nights he could afford to buy groceries for. He usually would use what he had around him and made something pleasing, although accompanied by the uncommon bad attempt. Having graduated just recently from the Culinary School he went to, he was set off. How would he make money to start up his own restaurant? That was the paining question.
Hyena shook hands with his Classmates. He smiled at those around him, congratulated them on their studies and what they planned on doing with their futures. Then it hit him.. he wasn't so sure. How was he going to do it? The amount of money and time it would take to earn that much cash, to work that hard, to achieve his goal. To own his restaurant. He leisurely strolled away from the graduation ceremony, as it ended. Hopping in his car, he sighed and turned the key, starting the engine and driving out of the parking lot. "To town," he muttered to himself. While yes, he was happy that he had just graduated, he hadn't been able to think much about what he was going to do afterwards now that he was.. well, out of school.
Driving onto main street, he realized soon that the annual apple festival was taking place. He smiled at the kids on the rides and smelt the glorious festival food, most of it being caramelized or cinnamon apples.. Not much originality here. He parked and hopped out of his car, strolling down the sidewalk. Band was playing, rides were running. Games were being played.. and he had a super good idea. A great, great idea. What if.. to make money, he set up a stand? Most of this food is the same thing, being sold over and over.. by the same old carney stand. Instantly he ran back to his car, and while he didn't quite want to leave yet-- he pulled out a notepad and a pen and began writing down amazing, apple related, recipes. He called the head of festival board. Thankfully the festival had just began, and he was able to snag a spot as a dealer. He drove quickly to the store, using what little funds he had to buy the ingredients he would need. Thankfully, he had enough to get a good stock.
He got out his tent, his cooking ingredients, and some utensils. He drove to the festival that night, and set up. Cooking apple pies, apple cheesecake on a stick dipped in chocolate, and the usual cinnamon apples with oats.. but also amazing things such as Caramel apple icecream and cobblers. They loved it, all the children loved it.. and he eventually saw himself traveling to festivals, many festivals, and working up a sweat-- but also a good fund account. He went from places like persimmon festivals, state fairs, and his hometown's apple festival. Always aiming his food at the sweet minded during the fruit festivals, the state fairs were more of a diverse selection. Sauteed chicken thighs with mango salsa, delicious. They loved it, they all loved his cooking. And while yes, it took a while.. It takes everyone time. 3 years passed, 3 apple festivals. 3 state fairs per state around him, as he couldn't afford to travel too much-- and 3 years hoping, a building just outside of his hometown was for sale. He hoped, hoped very hard, that it would be his. He could renovate it if it wasn't too well built, he could work up more to buy it if it was too expensive.. but it was just perfect. Now, it's signed off in his name, just perfect. Not too expensive, not worn down. Modern building with vintage booths. Now, under the name of
Hyena's Den.
