On Sunday, my family and Honey Bunny’s got together for a late lunch where my mom handed me a package wrapped in red tissue paper. I was thrilled to see that it was another book, Think Like A Chef by Tom Colicchio, to add to my growing collection.
She also handed me a card from my grandma. Every year, my grandma sends me and all of my cousins birthday cards. Never misses a single one. Up until I turned 23 or so, the envelope would also include gift card or cash or a check. I figured at that point, I was cut off. (In Vietnamese tradition, when you reach a certain age or income level or get married, it’s your turn to start giving to the young ones in your life.) But this year, tucked away in the hand-picked greeting card was a $50 check and a note to buy myself something I want or need. My first and still prevailing thought was, “Did someone tell Grandma that I’m poor now?!”
Regardless, I’m very thankful for the gesture and decided to add two more books to my library: The French Laundry and Bouchon, both Thomas Keller classics. So now, between playing with the cats and taking care of chores around the house, my mornings are consumed with poring through glossy pages in search of ideas and inspiration.
Yesterday was busy for me during prep. I decided to make a round of mortadella since we finally got a replacement blade for our Robotcoupe. Chef helped me stuff the casings and mostly left me alone aside from that.
There was one funny moment when this horrible but terribly catchy pop song came on the radio – All About That Bass. I was coming out of the walk-in, Charcuterie Guy was working at the back table, and Hot-Apps Girl just rounded the corner from dry storage when the three of us stopped and looked at one another. It was as though we were wordlessly trying to see who would give in and start singing. Charcuterie Guy broke first, chiming in at the second “no treble” and the three of us burst out laughing.
Service was OK, with enough tickets to keep Chef from getting antsy but not enough to keep him from getting bored. There were spikes in activity, and at one point he called me over to the Hot Line to help Charcuterie Guy plate up five dishes on the Fish station. That was probably the most exciting part of my night. The rest of it was spent helping Sassy Stage who was alone on Pantry. On the bright side, we switched to Late Night around 9:30 so I was packed up and home by 10. Not a bad start to the week!