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I think I've said it before, but I'll say it again... these days, I find myself either in the kitchen or lounging in bed. I've lost touch with the people I could always count on for a happy hour drink on Wed through Fri. On Sat nights, by the time I get out of work, people are usually already drunk beyond recognition (well, drunk enough for me to be envious). On my days off, no one I know is waking up at 2pm on a Wed afternoon looking for something more interesting to do beyond watching the shows I saved on my DVR (which invariably end up being syndicated showings of 'Family Guy' or 'The Simpsons', because I don't have the patience/energy to watch anything new).
That having been said, in the kitchen, on the line...
... my name is not 'steve'
... my name is 'saute' or 'maricon' or 'inspector'* or 'puto' or 'bendejo' or 'sucio' or 'el coreano' (my personal favorite)
... I don't have hands; on my left I have two side towels double folded in order to weild hot pans straight from the oven, and on my right I weild a pair of tongs to touch everything else hot
... i have no less than seven side towels hanging from my waist at any given moment; two double-folded on my left side and two on my right, one in the middle with which to wipe my hands, and two 'emergency' towels against my lower back. The two on the back are more out of superstition than anything else; at the end of a good night, I will get one emergency towel soapy to clean the knives I used that day and the other to dry them. On a bad night, I will most likely have sacrificed one or both to my sous-chef or chef de cuisine or to another unfortunate line cook that needed one in a pinch
... it doesn't matter if I have third-degree burns on my right hand or if I just chopped my left middle finger off at the knuckle; the only thing that matters is that I'm able to plate a beautiful dish
...
* I asked one of my mexican coworkers why they call the expediter 'inspector' and his response was because it sounds intelligent and important. I then asked why not 'professor' or 'lawyer', but we both agreed those don't sound nearly as cool.
That having been said, in the kitchen, on the line...
... my name is not 'steve'
... my name is 'saute' or 'maricon' or 'inspector'* or 'puto' or 'bendejo' or 'sucio' or 'el coreano' (my personal favorite)
... I don't have hands; on my left I have two side towels double folded in order to weild hot pans straight from the oven, and on my right I weild a pair of tongs to touch everything else hot
... i have no less than seven side towels hanging from my waist at any given moment; two double-folded on my left side and two on my right, one in the middle with which to wipe my hands, and two 'emergency' towels against my lower back. The two on the back are more out of superstition than anything else; at the end of a good night, I will get one emergency towel soapy to clean the knives I used that day and the other to dry them. On a bad night, I will most likely have sacrificed one or both to my sous-chef or chef de cuisine or to another unfortunate line cook that needed one in a pinch
... it doesn't matter if I have third-degree burns on my right hand or if I just chopped my left middle finger off at the knuckle; the only thing that matters is that I'm able to plate a beautiful dish
...
* I asked one of my mexican coworkers why they call the expediter 'inspector' and his response was because it sounds intelligent and important. I then asked why not 'professor' or 'lawyer', but we both agreed those don't sound nearly as cool.