I've concluded that not many guys who work in the various kitchens with me have actually cooked at home before. Nor do they know how to wipe a table down correctly or such things (typical of guys, I presume, assuming that the average workers I encounter here is a nice representative cross-section of the general population). Consequently, they are amazed by my "amazing skills" with tongs (partial thanks to Ms. Uji and the 7:35 chem, I believe) and one guy have dubbed me the "potato jedi" the night that I ended up serving the baked potato wedges and asparagus (no asparagus in vases that night though, only 1 item of flowers in blue energy drink).
Potato jedi. Does that mean I get to stab things with light-sabre-ly tongs?
It's also very, very wet outside today.
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