Johnathen Was in the kitchen of the bed and breakfast. As a country chief he could make a cake out of Bisquick and no one would know the difference. However Johnathen made things from scratch when ever the proper ingredients were around. Specializing in family recipes and own creations his style of cooking was a pinch of this with a dash of that. With a steady heat he made the best home cooked meals for miles. Never believing the need to tailor a dish to one person he loved to put a little something into every dish. Herbs were his secrete passed down from his father to son. The littlest pinch of ground red pepper made the right touch to certain breakfasts. A marinade that he soaked the meats in over night left them perfect for cooking with no basting or need to add anything else. The barbecue was something he didn't like because the heat was too extreme and in his mind burned too munch of the flavor. Lunches were fine time for fruit, not to heavy and healthy. Water was fine and he loved it either in the pure form or some cold tea. 

This place had everything he could ask for and more. He loved getting the stuff together and working them in the bowel. His father told him, "Son the effort you put into the food is part of the flavor you get out of it." Working in the kitchen to provide this simple truth to the pack was its own reward. In the heat of the kitchen Johnathen never lost the smile showing he enjoyed his sense of community and the faith they placed in him to stand with them. The time for food was soon approaching, stove was hot, and he had a lot of family to feed. No need to call them the smell would do that fine.