Catering

Catering

When the old man was young he trained to become a cook,
which nowadays is called chef, at the time not that many
wanted to become cooks, as it didn`t have a nimbus of
working-class heroics; his friends became welders and so on.
The catering business is a simple science when you have
mastered the basic one is free to stamp one`s personality 
on the dishes. Restaurants was glad to get a proper cook
oops, I meant chef, the one they had was usually one that
smelled of drink and smoked a cigarette of over the food,
mind ashes don`t show up in your gravy.
Yet, it was an uphill struggle as everybody –women- could
cook back then, but now that the skill is lost, the chef
is on TV, showing how it is done.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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October 31, 2017 at 5:13 PM
A great pen Jan! As your fan and wanting to increase your fanship I urge you to check out Becca Teagan's blog, I think she renamed it Soupers introduce yourself here or something to that effect. I bit the bullet myself and have resisted temptation to delete :) xomo!
Hansen Avatar
October 31, 2017 at 5:19 PM
thank you, Maureen McGravey
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