I’m not done recounting my vacation food adventures just yet, but going back to work after an extended break is always a bit of a shock, and I have some thoughts:
- I am continually amazed by the physical and intellectual incompetence of the incoming apprentices. When I ask a 17-year-old to multiply 200 by 6 and am met with a completely blank (not to mention slightly incredulous) stare, it really frightens me for the future.
- Did they do anything at all in August? I nibbled a bite of mousse cake Monday morning that definitely tasted like it had been in the freezer for a month.
- Holy houndstooth, my feet are tired.
- Note to co-workers – “You’ve put on weight” is pretty much the last thing anybody wants to hear, ever. Especially if it’s the first thing out of your mouth when you haven’t seen someone in a month. “You’ve cut your hair,” or “you look tan” would be much more appropriate, and welcome.
- My hands are apparently still made out of asbestos, and I still like burning things.
- I also still enjoy the zen of chocolate making, especially if I can claim my own workspace.
- Looks like the chef is laying down some discipline with the apprentices this year. Good.
- Here’s a piece of advice for anyone starting out working in a kitchen (or a lot of other places, I’m sure): Never complain to someone whose shift started before yours about how tired you are. Another related one is: Never tell someone who works six days a week that your (two-day) weekend was too short. Thankfully, this is no longer an issue I have to deal with.
- I’ve been having a bizarre reaction to my alarm clock this week. Instead of the usual “No, not time yet, snooze,” I’ve been in complete denial about it. As in “Huh? That’s not my alarm.” At least I’ve been pretty good about getting up once reality kicks in.
- Is it really fall already? When did that happen?
On this day in 2008: Easy Tapenade Salad Dressing
Originally published on Croque-Camille.