Catering Life

The Catering life It is sunny and warm on the terrace. I sit with my face facing the sun. It is supposed to be healthy vitamin D, and so on. I`m not so sure, I have had skin cancer twice. Once, I was a chef at a restaurant, and it was in the days when food was a simple affair, a set menu and so on. The restaurant on the first floor of the building (Pandemic closed) they sell solid Portuguese food, not expensive, and suitable for the Fado I like this place as it has big tables. We don’t make food anymore. We ring and get it delivered from a small café run by a Palestine couple, they also serve vegetarian food. I tried it once but preferred meat with vegetables. I sit indoors and think that all cooks are ghostly pale because they are indoors and slave over steaming pots and pans. I ended my career as a cook. It was boring and hot and badly paid.