Kitchen -- Day 33 -- Daytime -- open/unfinished
*Thud*
"Get it up!" he half moaned at the idiot.
Tony nearly took out his chef's knife and stabbed himself with it. Not the good knife of course, the one for fine work like sushi or the fine Vulcan culinary art of vegetable sculpture. No, he would have to use his other one, because it might get stuck on a rib.
This, this is why he looked upon long term docking with a mix of apprehension and joy. Joy, because he got a break from the day to day grind of managing the kitchen, since if anyone wanted fresh food they could just haul their asses over to the station. Apprehension, because it meant he had to let idiots like these dock workers into his kitchen and cargo bay.
"No, no you dipshit, you don't stack the flour on top of the pasta, weight dude weight. Come on man, you had to have learned that in school. And make sure you put that raw chicken on the bottom of the pile, I don't care if they certify that it's salmonella free I'm a paranoid fucker."
He turned on one of the vent hoods above the stove and pulled out a cigarete. Making sure to keep the lit cigarette under the hood where the smoke would quickly be pulled out of the kitchen into the filters.
Oldest fucking trick in the book.
"Get it up!" he half moaned at the idiot.
Tony nearly took out his chef's knife and stabbed himself with it. Not the good knife of course, the one for fine work like sushi or the fine Vulcan culinary art of vegetable sculpture. No, he would have to use his other one, because it might get stuck on a rib.
This, this is why he looked upon long term docking with a mix of apprehension and joy. Joy, because he got a break from the day to day grind of managing the kitchen, since if anyone wanted fresh food they could just haul their asses over to the station. Apprehension, because it meant he had to let idiots like these dock workers into his kitchen and cargo bay.
"No, no you dipshit, you don't stack the flour on top of the pasta, weight dude weight. Come on man, you had to have learned that in school. And make sure you put that raw chicken on the bottom of the pile, I don't care if they certify that it's salmonella free I'm a paranoid fucker."
He turned on one of the vent hoods above the stove and pulled out a cigarete. Making sure to keep the lit cigarette under the hood where the smoke would quickly be pulled out of the kitchen into the filters.
Oldest fucking trick in the book.