Today’s breakfast couldn’t come fast enough. I had kept pressing snooze losing my quality “instant coffee time”… and the rye bread was calling my name. I kept decorating the tarts with fruit, looking at the clock, piping meringue, looking at the clock, aiding in the strawberry cake prep, looking at the clock… it was crawling and my stomach was its own little auditorium. When I began wiping the countertops again I heard the magic word for break and quickly removed my apron in total eagerness. Coffee… does a body good.
I was sitting minding my own business during the daily morning meeting. Then I heard my name and saw fingers being pointed at me… I gathered from these “subtle” motions that there was a discussion going on about me. It went on for about 5 minutes. I waited looking around at the English speakers for a translation, but no. The chef in charge of the kitchen looked over at me and said something about me and Saucier and to nod my head and say thank you. Okay? Finally one of the other chefs summarized what they had all decided to do with me. After breakfast I was removed from sugar world and began chopping mirepoix, trimming what they call sea-devil (monkfish?), and other random prep for Saucier. I will do the same tomorrow but starting at 7:30 instead of 6:30 since I get out at night so late.
I left the kitchen a little after one and came back to my room… due to return at five. I started a load of dunklewash, settled down, but my energizing vitamin prevented my planned nap… arg. The sun was out. I grabbed the ole’ ipod and sat on the hill just by my apartment soaking in as much warmth as I could. The sun moved and my spot became shaded and cold. Cheese cake and catching up with Maya filled the remaining time of my afternoon break. The return to the kitchen was rough. I was just beginning to relax, sweep, and hang up my dunklewash everywhere I could when I saw the time 4:42 grabbed a pair of wet jeans and walked down the hill. Soon I was breading the schnitzel, eating dinner, and helping run the middle course station. 500 guests tonight. The beginning was wretchedly slow, but when the tickets came they all came at once… much needed kitchen rush in my life. My partner of the day kept to a great pattern and the two of us got all tickets done in a reasonable time. The long day ended in success and I was able to drink my end-of the-day beer with a very tired but very happy face. I went down to the locker room and put on my, then, half wet jeans
Up at 6 now typing in bed at midnight. I won’t be visiting the lobby tonight and probably not tomorrow either since it is close to the same length of day again… good grief tired and wired, but the eyes are getting heavier and I am about to put on my nightly sleep inducing playlist. I feel like I am back at school… minus the loud roommates and plus a rock hard bed. Right now I could fall asleep on close to anything… 11 days left. Such a small countdown… I don’t mind being in the kitchen longer… Gotta squeeze out as much as I can.
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