Chris just made a post that sent my mind back 20 years.... What is the nastiest thing you've seen or done in this industry?
I was working as one of the cooks in a local restaurant which I really enjoyed BTW, and I took pride in putting on my white coat and chefs hat. I was making several kinds of bread, pies, etc. I was young, in my teens, but I just liked it. Except on Sundays... I understood that people were busy on Sundays and going out for lunch was almost necessary, but it was hectic.
Just to add to it, my boss was not one to waste food, we needed to manage things where we had plenty that was hot and fresh, but as the dining room started to become empty, I didn't need to have 15 trays of bread sitting there getting stale (Needless to say, we learned how to hide, discard and eat food regularly).
One Sunday just as "The Herd" started moving in, my boss asked me where my apple dumplins were. I felt like slapping myself, I had forgot them... Of course his next question was "How long before I can have some ready?" Fifteen minutes... I could tell by the look on his face that he wasn't pleased as he simply turned and walked away.
I cranked my top oven up a notch and ran to get the ingredients, threw everything together in record time, slung it into the oven, slammed the door up and waited and waited
and hoped my boss had so much going that he wouldn't remember my blunder... The timer FINALLY
goes off, my tongs come off my coat with lightening speed, I twirl them around much like a highly skilled Japanese warrior with a pair of sai, back to my happy self because things are
going to be okay... I take my sai (oops, tongs), right hand goes to the right rear corner of the pan, left hand to the left front, spin around towards my prep table and with benevolent finesse, promptly drop the whole thing on the floor...
I thought my entire world crashed to the ground with it, I was proud of the rapport I had with my boss and this quandary had me flustered beyond belief... First order of business was to clean up the mess, treats back into the pan and onto the table, quickly grab a mop and wipe the sweet juice off the floor so no one steps in it... Perplexed, Perturbed, a few more "P words", then slowly the realization... No one was in the kitchen, what tha??? They were unbelievably all out doing other things in the rush, I couldn't believe the thought as it entered my young brain and just as quickly my right hand was pouring fresh sauce over the reclaimed mess.
Hours later as my boss walked past and slapped me on the back there was a twinge of guilt clouded by a huge sigh of relief...
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