It was her first meal as Judge Judy's personal chef and Judy had requested pizza for some reason.
"Are you sure you want pizza?"
"What's wrong with pizza? Do you not know how to make it? I was told you were the best chef at the Culinary Institute of America. Maybe they were wrong."
So Ramy made the pizza. She appreciated the comment about how people said she was the best chef at the CIA. She found that hard to believe, when James existed, but it was a nice thing to say.
Ramy put extra care in the pizza. Every piece of pepperoni was sliced herself, the meat taken from her own farm.
She made the cheese from scratch. She made the crust from scratch. She bought the tomato sauce from the store because she got tired after making all of this from scratch.
The pizza had been done for an hour when Judy was ready for dinner. Ramy kept it hot in the oven, and spent an hour thinking about her hometown. She missed her childhood home. Montrose had been a very beautiful place, until one day her parents had moved away without explanation.
Montrose was the happiest she had ever been. It was before she had to work on the farm every day. She had gone to school with other children, and had many friends. She didn't know where any one of them were now.
"She is ready for her pizza. You may bring it out now." Jacques was the other chef, and had been cooking for Judge Judy for nearly eleven years. He looked like a worm, thin and flexible. His cooking skills were among the best in the world. "Are you nervous?"
"No," Ramy lied.
Jacques eyed her for a moment. "You should be. She critiques the food harshly. You must have thick skin."
"I'll manage."
If Judge Judy was excited for the pizza, she gave no sign. Ramy placed the plate in front of Judy. She watched Ramy unveil it and quickly dismissed her.
Ramy waited in the kitchen to see what Judy's feedback would be. Jacques entered after six minutes, with a look of concern in his face.
"Put mushrooms on the pizza next time. She likes mushrooms."
"Is that all she said?"
"More or less."
"More or less? What did she say exactly?"
Jacques left without a word. Ramy went to her bedroom that night thinking back to Montrose. She wanted to go back some day. That would make her happy.
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