Regret of a Chef
Advice to the new hire ...
I heard tell, it's been said
that to make an omelet,
you have to break a few eggs
I regret I had to break a few,
I regret I'm gonna break a few more too
I'm a spiritual chef,
I serve food for the soul
I keep a clean kitchen here,
that's the first thing you should know
Just remember this,
every time you're breaking the bread
And don't you forget the other thing I said,
I don't wanna have to break a few of your eggs
Sometimes you have to shake things up,
to get to the bottom of what irks
Bang some pans, make a lot of noise ...
or maybe a little quiet shaming will work
Sometimes you gotta use finesse,
coax the trust with a dash of tenderness
Other times you gotta be tough:
bring the big cleaver down hard
to separate the truth from the lying fluff
Parse the meat from the bone,
to get to the heart of what could be wrong
Someone's feelings just might get hurt,
so knead lightly, use the butter smooth approach
Communication can get lost in the mix;
they ordered easy over, but they get it poached
Do what you have to do,
decide how you want to present the display
But if you can't stand the heat in the kitchen,
it's best you get out, don't get in the way
I ain't got time for the sob story clambake,
I'm gonna call you out,
if you keep making the same culinary mistake
My kitchen does clean cooking,
so put on your hand and head covering
You never know who's looking,
who's tasting the cuisine
So don't skip the minor details,
no matter how small they may seem to be
Telling the truth is the recipe that sells
It keeps you from getting your eggs cracked,
and getting your feelings scrambled like an omelet
It spares you from becoming a chef's regret
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016
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