This morning P and I opened the Tawanka Commons kitchen at 6 to serve a french toast breakfast to the 125 high school basketball camp kids. P took the front of the house and I was in the kitchen, with two kids in the dish room and two on the service line with one student supervisor and one cashier. No supervisors, no manager, just the assistant ( Read more... )

The football camp kids are, thank the gods, leaving after breakfast today, and after pancakes for a thousand, I only have to make pizza for 125 at lunch ( Read more... )