She provided him with a shirt to wear so he wouldn't get his dirty. It was a chef's shirt from Le Cordon Bleu, a culinary school. She was even kind enough to let him keep the chef's shirt after he finished with the household task.
Ryan wears the chef shirt often. When girls see it, they always ask if he's a chef. Of course, his reply is always "Yes". He then proceeds to unfurl an elaborate story about his time at Le Cordon Bleu school of culinary arts. If he's feeling particularly good, he might even throw in some anecdotes from when he worked in various restaurants.
I fear that the lie has ballooned out of control and that Ryan is actually starting to believe it - for Christmas one year, his mother gave him a chef's hat embroidered "Chef Ryan".
When I left Provo, I didn't expect to see Le Cordon Bleu again. But one day, sitting in Fresh City eating lunch, a Le Cordon Bleu commercial came on the TV. I texted Ryan right away! And it didn't end there... I've seen the commercial a few more times. But the icing on the cake was the huge Le Cordon Bleu add I saw on the T today. I got to stare at it for 20 minutes.
I'm thinking of going to culinary school now. And even if I don't learn to cook, at least I'll get the shirt, right?
