They asked me to do it again. Despite the lines — oh! the lines… — they asked me to do it again.
“Is there anything we can do about the lines?” they gingerly put forth.
Last Halloween, our children’s annual grade school Halloween carnival got an upgrade. It moved from school to the ballfield at the local community center, a live band would play, there would be a bar… And they asked me to do the food.
The chef/fairy/cow boogying at sunset
I was to cook for somewhere between 450 and 600 people. I was a week in preparation and was all set — except that the chimneys I needed for my coal were 90 minutes late. The carnival had opened at 3:30, people began queuing up for food at 4-ish. And I didn’t have anything to serve until close to 5 p.m., at which point the line had stretched from our home-plate set up well into left field. We would never catch up.
skinny girls & mayonnaise 