|working with "pitufos" always make me smile.. . |
(note the matching sneaks)
coming soon: ball caps and chef coats!
Peter Gabriel had no idea what he was getting himself into.
Remember when I blogged about opening our new restaurant here along the beach? And I was busy, stressed? THAT WAS NOTHING. Since then, we’ve hit the ground running, with big, super VIP events, that made me want to laugh, cry and hurl (do people still quote Wayne Campbell?). I’m tired. beat. it’s been too many hours, too many days, so many special requests and new projects arising!
But I’m smiling. I’m actually having a blast getting my butt kicked here at work.
I've been blogging elsewhere- check it out:
updating our daily specials here at work
This morning, I came into the kitchen and saw one of my dishwashers kneeling on the ground, with a cook standing over him. It appeared as though she was helping him get something out of his eye. Rather than intrude, I let them be, but was eyeing them, asking around... and sure enough, she was- apparently, Fadel had a bit of “trash in his eye.” But she appeared to have a utensil. A soup spoon? I immediately tense and get a little concerned- is she scooping out his eye? Internal panic... but I calmly walk over, and he begins to get up, I ask if everything is okay. It is. But there's something kind of white around his eye. And I ask, why not just stand over the sink and wash your eye out with soap?
Josefa replies, well, Calley, I did wash his eye out, with “leche de pecho.”
No words. I’m speechless. speechless. Apparently she had squeezed it onto the spoon... I can't go into it. Wow.
Just when I think I’ve seen it all... bienvenidos a Nicaragua.