You don't need ALL your equipment to cook for clients - here's the what + why + how
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Hey Reader, Cooking in someone else’s kitchen can feel intimidating — especially when you're just getting started as a personal chef. Do you need to bring every pot, pan, and spice jar you own? (Spoiler: nope.) In this video, I’ll walk you through: 🤔 What to expect in a client’s kitchen This system keeps your service streamlined, your gear light, and your back happy — while still delivering amazing meals your clients love. Chef Shelley |
Hi! I'm Chef Shelley.
I help passionate cooks start a personal chef business they love.
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