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The rule had always been "Eat first, complain later". Eileen's cooking was like good intentions that paved the way to Hell's Kitchen. Her kitchen. She was a diabolical cook. Not "diabolical", as in a fond, standing family joke about burning soup. But "diabolical" as in an obdurate refusal to combine ingredients in any way that resembled human sustenance. Her cooking was not just witches' brew. It was apocalyptic.
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