I live about six minutes away from my work, so I rise at 8:40, enough time to cuddle and love my Lily.
I get there around 8:58. Across the street, parked in front of Miron's Steak House, a long, big, white, semi. Truck day.
3 boxes of brussel, 5 of assorted mushrooms, 1 container of micro cilantro, 1 container of blood leaves, 1 box of lime, 1 box of lemons, and 1 box of oranges.
I'm a prep cook, so I started my tasks for the day.
I prepped a lot of fucking potatos. And I mean, A LOT.
Cut them hotdog style, into 4 wedges, coat them in salt and pepper.
Made mustard, I hate mustard. Such an interesting thought. How do
I know if this is good? I don't like
it at all, so how do I even KNOW it's good?
Anyways . .
pre cooked some steaks, got very smokey.
Cut my hand, ouch.
Today we opened at 4:00, so I got to work some service.
Lot of charcuterie boards, my favorite things to make.
We had to make twenty on the fly, we made so many before open . .
Sink pipe busted, stewards had to fix it on the fly.
After work I tried applying to McAdoo's again. Fancy fish restaurant.
I love fish.
I'll work with it more someday.
That was all the things worth mentioning.
I'll be better at telling all of you things like this, give me time.
I'm working on a book, it's better than this I swear.