DC1346
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I teach Culinary Arts and one of the fringe benefits I have is access to a large kitchen. Since I like going into work early (as early as 5 AM) ... I have stocked a refrigerator and freezer with some personal food items including whole wheat bread, eggs, and sausage patties.
For the past week, I've had the hankering for a simple open faced breakfast sandwich.
My breakfast sandwich always consists of two slices of unbuttered whole wheat bread. Each slice of toast is covered with a breakfast sausage patty which is then covered with a piece of crispy bacon that I've broken in half to form an "X." The bacon is topped with a fried egg.
So on Monday, I'm cooking breakfast and a teacher walks by.
"What's that I smell?" said the teacher after poking his head into my kitchen. "Are you cooking ... BREAKFAST?"
I was just about to plate my breakfast. The social niceties taught to me by my parents included a sense of hospitality and I found myself offering my colleague an open faced sandwich. He was happy to accept. This left me with half of my usual breakfast. (sigh)
On Tuesday I thought I'd be clever. I shut the kitchen door and even "forgot" to turn on the lights. I cooked breakfast at a gas stove in a far corner of the kitchen. The stove was illuminated by a hood light.
I heard a knock on the door and saw a bearded face peering through the glass. A moment later, my department chair let himself in with a master key.
"I came by to tell you about a meeting that we're having on ... are you cooking ... BREAKFAST?" I honestly don't know why everyone seems so surprised. I'm a chef instructor. I have access to a large kitchen. It's between 5 AM and 6 AM ... YES, I am cooking breakfast.
As with my unexpected guest on Tuesday, I found myself offering my colleague breakfast. The department chair was happy to accept and he left without having told me about some meeting that I'm supposed to go to. Oh well ... what I don't know I can't go to. Heh-heh.
On Wednesday I was again making breakfast and was still trying to go for my TWO slices of unbuttered whole wheat toast, each topped with a sausage patty, bacon, and fried egg.
The building engineer let himself into my room. He's a skinny guy who goes by the nickname, "Slim." He sounds a bit like Gomer Pyle.
"Could I help you?" I asked.
"Oh, ah'm here to see where you might want them paper towel dispensers," he said.
My ears perked up. I've been trying to get paper towel dispensers installed for over 7 weeks. Health code regulations REQUIRE a paper towel dispenser at each sink. My predecessor apparently got away from having to comply with this for several years because she was rarely in the kitchen. I have "advanced" students who don't know how to hold a knife, how to do basic knife cuts like the batonnet, the brunoise, or large, medium, and small dice. They don't know how to make mother sauces or sauce derivatives. I am told that last year they spent a lot of time working on thick bundles of worksheets. (sigh)
"Slim, have you had breakfast yet?"
"Ah surely haven't," he said with a grin.
I handed him an open faced sandwich and plated my own meal on another paper plate. I was just about to eat my breakfast when another teacher walked in. This was my aspie colleague who co-teaches one of my classes with me.
"Are you cooking ... BREAKFAST?" she asked. I hurriedly bit into my breakfast before parental social conditioning would have compelled me to offer her my remaining portion.
"Yep," I said around a mouthful of toast, sausage, bacon, and eggs.
The woman sighed and left. I did not want to offer her breakfast because her husband is a volunteer aide ... so if I had offered her breakfast, she would have asked for two. She used to come by for after school snacks and always asked for two of whatever I had.
So here we are ... Thursday morning. I'm making breakfast ... and one of the administrators walked in. "What's this I smell? Are you cooking ... BREAKFAST?"
You can pretty much guess what happened.
I wonder what will happen tomorrow? Will I ever get my full breakfast?
(double sigh)
For the past week, I've had the hankering for a simple open faced breakfast sandwich.
My breakfast sandwich always consists of two slices of unbuttered whole wheat bread. Each slice of toast is covered with a breakfast sausage patty which is then covered with a piece of crispy bacon that I've broken in half to form an "X." The bacon is topped with a fried egg.
So on Monday, I'm cooking breakfast and a teacher walks by.
"What's that I smell?" said the teacher after poking his head into my kitchen. "Are you cooking ... BREAKFAST?"
I was just about to plate my breakfast. The social niceties taught to me by my parents included a sense of hospitality and I found myself offering my colleague an open faced sandwich. He was happy to accept. This left me with half of my usual breakfast. (sigh)
On Tuesday I thought I'd be clever. I shut the kitchen door and even "forgot" to turn on the lights. I cooked breakfast at a gas stove in a far corner of the kitchen. The stove was illuminated by a hood light.
I heard a knock on the door and saw a bearded face peering through the glass. A moment later, my department chair let himself in with a master key.
"I came by to tell you about a meeting that we're having on ... are you cooking ... BREAKFAST?" I honestly don't know why everyone seems so surprised. I'm a chef instructor. I have access to a large kitchen. It's between 5 AM and 6 AM ... YES, I am cooking breakfast.
As with my unexpected guest on Tuesday, I found myself offering my colleague breakfast. The department chair was happy to accept and he left without having told me about some meeting that I'm supposed to go to. Oh well ... what I don't know I can't go to. Heh-heh.
On Wednesday I was again making breakfast and was still trying to go for my TWO slices of unbuttered whole wheat toast, each topped with a sausage patty, bacon, and fried egg.
The building engineer let himself into my room. He's a skinny guy who goes by the nickname, "Slim." He sounds a bit like Gomer Pyle.
"Could I help you?" I asked.
"Oh, ah'm here to see where you might want them paper towel dispensers," he said.
My ears perked up. I've been trying to get paper towel dispensers installed for over 7 weeks. Health code regulations REQUIRE a paper towel dispenser at each sink. My predecessor apparently got away from having to comply with this for several years because she was rarely in the kitchen. I have "advanced" students who don't know how to hold a knife, how to do basic knife cuts like the batonnet, the brunoise, or large, medium, and small dice. They don't know how to make mother sauces or sauce derivatives. I am told that last year they spent a lot of time working on thick bundles of worksheets. (sigh)
"Slim, have you had breakfast yet?"
"Ah surely haven't," he said with a grin.
I handed him an open faced sandwich and plated my own meal on another paper plate. I was just about to eat my breakfast when another teacher walked in. This was my aspie colleague who co-teaches one of my classes with me.
"Are you cooking ... BREAKFAST?" she asked. I hurriedly bit into my breakfast before parental social conditioning would have compelled me to offer her my remaining portion.
"Yep," I said around a mouthful of toast, sausage, bacon, and eggs.
The woman sighed and left. I did not want to offer her breakfast because her husband is a volunteer aide ... so if I had offered her breakfast, she would have asked for two. She used to come by for after school snacks and always asked for two of whatever I had.
So here we are ... Thursday morning. I'm making breakfast ... and one of the administrators walked in. "What's this I smell? Are you cooking ... BREAKFAST?"
You can pretty much guess what happened.
I wonder what will happen tomorrow? Will I ever get my full breakfast?
(double sigh)