Artist or Impostor?

Tonight I made the most excellent culinary masterpiece. It was a chicken nacho extraordinaire! Here is the photographic proof of my amazing skills as a chef:

Here is how you make it:
Put four chicken breast halves in a baking dish. Sprinkle them with salt, pepper and garlic salt. Put a half cup of salsa on top. Bake at 400 degrees for 20 min. Crunch up a half cup tortilla chips. Put the tortilla chips and shredded cheese on top of the chicken breasts then put back in the oven till the cheese is melted. Serve with rice, fresh tomatoes, and sour creme. The recipe also included bacon which I bought but forgot to put on the chicken. I am sure that would make it even more amazing. Yum.

During dinner Sean brought up an interesting point about what really makes an artist an artist. My father-in-law loves to draw. He draws all kinds of cartoon characters from comics or Disney, yet he claims he isn’t a real artist because he only copies the works of others. Sean asked if I am not really a chef because I only copy recipes others have made up. I think Dad P is an amazing artist and that I am an amazing chef, even if we only copy the work of others. My food and his drawings still carry a part of us in them. I suppose it is up to all of us to decide if we are artists or impostors...