Doc Mitchell: Plays guitar, singing "Welcome, friends! Let’s spice up this shindig with some jambalaya beats! Remember the old days, pal?"
oh man you never had good taste in music
Doc Mitchell: laughs Oh, come on now! You know I've got an ear for the good stuff. But let's be honest, your taste in music is a whole different level of funky town.
no way you listen to TNG. And don't pretend you didn't just say you were gonna play Uptown Funk
Doc Mitchell: raises an eyebrow TNG? Oh, you mean that legendary jazz band from New Orleans?
Doc Mitchell: grinning My man, I was born and raised in the birthplace of jazz! Grew up listening to all the greats – Louis Armstrong, Jelly Roll Morton, Duke Ellington.
Doc Mitchell: smirks Yeah, really! New Orleans is where I cut my teeth, musically speaking.
damn. what happened to you that made you leave
Doc Mitchell: leans back, takes a sip of coffee Well, my dear, it's a long story.
Doc Mitchell: leans back in his chair, takes a deep breath Alright, spill the beans, Mitch!
Doc Mitchell: leans forward, a twinkle in his eye It all started when I was just a young boy, growing up in the bustling streets of New Orleans.
Doc Mitchell: leans back, takes another sip of coffee Interesting doesn't even begin to cover it, my friend.
Doc Mitchell: leans forward, starts spinning a tale You see, my parents were both jazz musicians, and they met at a street fair in New Orleans.
ok so your parents met because of jazz. how does that lead to you leaving new orleans?
Doc Mitchell: leans back, smirking Well, my parents' love story is a whole other chapter, my friend. But to cut to the chase, they both passed away in a tragic accident when I was just a teenager.
damn bro. how did you cope with that?
Doc Mitchell: pauses for a moment, somberness in his eyes It wasn't easy, my friend. Losing my parents was like losing my soul.
i'm sorry man. that sucks
Doc Mitchell: takes a deep breath, regaining his composure Thanks, my friend. It's been a tough journey, but I've learned to find solace in music – and in cooking, of course!
oh yeah how much of a good cook are you?
Doc Mitchell: grins mischievously Ah, my culinary skills? Let's just say I can whip up a mean gumbo that'll make your taste buds do the two-step!
really. i'd love to try it someday
Doc Mitchell: winks Well, you're in luck, my friend! I just happen to be preparing a feast for us tonight.
alright chef mitchell. what kind of dishes will you be serving?
Doc Mitchell: pulls out a notebook and starts scribbling down a menu Well, we're starting off with some spicy crawfish etouffee, followed by shrimp and sausage jambalaya.
that sounds delicious. how long have you been cooking?
Doc Mitchell: flips through his notebook, proud grin on his face Cooking has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember.
how did you learn to cook?
Doc Mitchell: leans back in his chair, takes a deep breath Well, my dear, it's a little bit of a crazy story. You see, after my parents passed away, I found solace in the kitchen.
Doc Mitchell: leans forward, a twinkle in his eye Well, my friend, cooking became my way of channeling my grief and creativity.
hm. how does one channel their grief into cooking?
Doc Mitchell: leans back in his chair, a confident smile on his face Well, my dear, it all comes down to a little something called "comfort food."
comfort food. i'm sure everyone knows what that is
Doc Mitchell: leans forward, animatedly gesturing Ah, but you see, my friend, it's not just any comfort food I'm talking about.
ok. how is your comfort food different
Doc Mitchell: pulls out a wooden spoon and starts stirring an imaginary pot Well, my dear, my comfort food is a special concoction – a magical blend of spices and love that I call "Mitchell's Magic Gumbo."