Ten years ago, I told my boss that I hated getting up early, and some celestial box got marked off. Being kind of a dick, he scheduled me to open at 6 for 4 of the 5 years I worked there ( Read more... )

Eight years ago I won a culinary competition on May 19 with chicken bulgogi. Then I spent June 24 scrubbing while that dish was "adapted" for the Board of Trustees.

(Guess I should not be surprised; this is the same boss that bottled and sold MY barbecue sauce without my consent.)

Yesterday I turned in my keys and access card and parking pass. At two o'clock in the afternoon they brought out and cut a half sheet cake, nice chocolate with chocolate buttercream and caramel between the layers. "Good Luck Frank." Just about everybody in the department stopped up to The Roost to shake my hand and/or hug me and say goodbye. I ( Read more... )

I'm back to feeding the football team, their coaches, trainers, and assorted camp followers at The Roost. There are wives and little children and other assorted non-students around. And then there's Pastor Bob ( Read more... )

I can't believe that one of the outlets on campus is reaching out to Muslim students by preparing traditional Ramadan iftar dishes AS A LUNCH SPECIAL.

The Roost, where I will work this fall.

I just got e-mail from the boss assistant director laying out my new assignment for fall. I'm shocked and surprised. I'm to be the chef at The Roost! Thus I go to work again for the guy who was my chef when I started at Eastern, who now manages The Roost and Swoop's ( Read more... )

Such was the title of the bitchy "editorial" in the Daily Fourth Gradian or its equivalent, the precocious little tabloid published by the Satori campers. I know they're just kids, and smart ones, but whoever wrote this self-serving vocabulary exposition needs to learn a thing or six.

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Back to work yesterday, though no service. Prepped for a big barbecue lunch on the campus mall and for my little dinner of turkey and trimmings. Made 264 canneloni (though the boss calls them manicotti) of the 300 I need on Monday, though I didn't get to the lasagna for Wednesday. Luckily we have some time ( Read more... )

So the kittens are being kittens, into everything they can reach. The grownup kitties are spending more time outside. We hope for a gradual rapprochement. Tomorrow morning everybody gets to go to the vet (and my wallet hurts already), and rather than corral them all into the house, then into carriers in the morning before work, when I saw all four ( Read more... )