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I am a chef at a Hospital here. Every so often I pick up a dishwashing/tray passing shift which is how I become friends with employees and patients. I love to cook, but I love even more to socialize. A few months back I met this short red haired fire-cracker who's old enough to be my moms older sister. She is almost half my size but she's not one to be messed with. She has told me of her 5 kids, 5 dogs, 4 horses, (Other farm animals), and no husband to be found. She has also told me about her former career in the United States Army. She's a FIRE-CRACKER. Says what's on her mind, doesn't give a sh*t. Funny as all hell.
Any way, I told her about my pipe smoking/restoring/collecting hobby. She brought in a pipe rack with a Savinelli Sherwood Rock Briar 611 ks, a Grabow Prince, and a couple cobs to show me that belonged to her Grandfather. (Not willing to sell :( ). So for Christmas, I walk up to her and say, "Let's do a secret santa just the two of us". She said, "How can you do a secret santa between two people?" I said, "We'll give eachother presents... secretly. I don't want anyone to know that I like you." She laughed and slugged me in the shoulder (really hard :shock: ). SO on the 24th she and I both worked, so we swapped presents. I got her a Pipe started kit as a joke. I bought her some Cherry tobacco, and Half and Half, Pipe cleaners, and a Czech tool. I also hand wrote instructions on how to smoke a pipe. She got me some "Manly" smelling incense because of my complaining about my Girlfriends "Girly" stuff. Smells great!!!! I asked her if she was gonna try it, and she said yeah. So today she brought me in the Sav, and I just cleaned it all up, and waxed it. Made it look all pretty so she'll have a pipe to smoke. In a couple days when we work together, she's gonna bring me in the Grabow. Hopefully she'll become a smoking buddy!!!
Zach
 
Great story!
You and GK run into some real characters... :cheers:
Maybe it's a Michigan thing...
 
She sounds like a lot of fun. Maybe you and your lady could visit her on the farm and have bowl together.
 
That'd be awesome! She's friendly as all hell... just real rough... My girlfriend did meet her in a strange market encounter. She threatened to give me irish sun glasses, and I threatened to put her whole cart on a shelf she couldn't reach...
Zach
 
Def sounds like my grandma , neon red hair and willing to pop anyone in the mouth who gives her crap. She raised her kids a single mom and working as a bar tender in the french quarter.
 
Heh, funny. Nevada's got a high "interesting people" quotient, too. S'why I like it here.

PS, Zacharoo, you ain't a "chef" until you're runnin' the kitchen. However, your personality and spunky attitude I can see doing very well in kitchen life. I sometimes miss the kitchen, but I don't miss the meager pay. What a world the back of the house is. My kind of place.

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Kyle, In my position, I run the kitchen. I'm "Head o' The Kitchen" as the director calls it. I'm missing the official schooling, besides a few college specific courses. But after my associates it's straight to culinary school.
I love the kitchen. I love cooking. No idea why, but I love to cook for people. It's been that way since my mum decided I was old enough to use the stove.
Zach
 
Hey Zach, Whats for supper. Im tired of cooking around here. I want to set back and enjoy a bowl while waiting on supper
 
Plumbernator, for the two awesome pipes you gave me, I'll cook for you anytime. What would ya like? And it's good to hear from ya again! How's the kids/grandkids?
Zach
 
Don't forget that you have a connection in the chicago restaurant world here zach. shoot me a pm if you have thought about making a move to the city. i am happy to make an introduction.
 
Every one here is good. Right know Im eating a little debbie cake. Getting ready to go to bed. One day Ill be out and about and Im going to show up at your door step.
 
Okay, I should have been more specific: You can call yourself a chef when you've fired your best guy for being drunk on the job, retained the laziest ******* because he shows up on time, worked 24 hours straight because something got screwed up, drank like a fish from a bottle hidden in the walk-in to fend off the stress, and managed to plate up 1,000+ meals on the line when you should have been making next week's orders--and know your health inspector by first name when they walk through the door. After an 85 hour week, your paycheck might cover the rent. Meal planning? Menu writing? Plate designing? Meh. Being a chef is rough. I've never been a head chef, because I've seen it. They're Gastro-Marines, trench-hardened and battle-ready at the drop of a shallot. :lol:

It's a rough life. Worse than logistics, worse than warehousing, worse than managing a Toys R Us at Christmastime. Now that I talk about it, I really do miss it. :cheers:

Enjoy the fun times, get yourself networked with a good outfit in Chicago (or anywhere that has a reputation) and a guy like you will go far. :) I've seen guys that get chewed up by that industry, and ones that seem to always make it out each day alive. Attitude is everything.

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