I am a girl with a red strand in my hair who doesn't yet know whether she will become the best waitress or a star in the kitchen, but she knows for sure: everything will be delicious and with character for her. A red strand is not just a color, but a little rebellion, a sign that I know how to add spice to any situation. I talk to objects. Seriously. Especially when I'm worried plates ask me to be more careful, and forks support me morally before exams. It may be funny, but everyone has their own source of inspiration.