A Day In The Life
I recently had (gasp!) new comments on a very old, abandoned blog of mine.
No, not this one, though the accusation is fair.
Back when I was in culinary school, and not otherwise present on social media, I decided to keep my family and friends up to speed via weird, sporadic blog posts.
An early one went a little something like this:
I spent yesterday in 8 hours of externship with a local pub/brewery. The staff was wonderful and, well, patient. They make damn good food and even better beer. My time there went something like:
*Prep veggie burgers *Wash, cut and par-cook 4 cases of potatoes for chips/fries *Make cornbread *Do a shit ton of dishes *Prep onions *Slice tomatoes *Sample roasted peppers *Make crème anglaise *Do more dishes *Listen to a lot of shmack among the staff and metal/rap/punk *Eat a slap-your-mama chicken sandwich and drink a house brew
What a night. I left wishing they were hiring.
Today, I staged at a bar/kitchen for prep and lunch shift. The staff was so helpful and educational, friendly and cool. The work was super busy and showed me where my skills are lacking. And that a nose to the grind work ethic pays. I helped in pantry with:
*Herb prep *tomato dicing *charcuterie storage *greens prep *making croutons *sampling above mentioned charcuterie *camembert slicing *salad prep and plating *more salad making *listening to girls not born in the 80s sing 80s songs *lots of vacuum sealing *supreming grapefruits *station cleaning and restocking *Some other stuff I can’t remember right now because it was a busy damned day and I have to be on the shuttle to work ACL Fest at 6am
It was an attempt to give some insight into my education and career change. It was me sharing the ups and downs and absolutely joy filled days of my healing process. To those who have never worked in the industry, it's a wild and crazy world, and I was opening the curtains just a little.
These days, things are much more involved, but usually run very smoothly. For my employees, they may look like the above bullet points. For me, it's more like this:
>Get up no later than 5a.m. (This is really sleeping in)
> Put up daily and weekly event and prep lists
>Set up coffee, menu boards and counters
> Print labels
>Receive orders
> Pay bills
> Answer emails and phone messages
> Manage social media
>Help prep and cook for the day, the next day, for catering or pick up orders
>Demonstrate techniques and recipes for staff
> Check in on employees (Some days this means, a quick, "Y'all good?" Others it means making sure they are taking care of themselves and each other, swapping schedules around, giving them notes and general business upkeep, addressing issues, and making sure they know how appreciated they truly are)
>Work the line, cooking meals to order
>Answer customer questions/concerns
>Answer more emails
>Take a shift doing the infernal and neverending dishes. SO. MANY. DISHES.
>Give employees a list of general maintenance, both front and back of house, and check that it's been done
>Run errands
>Make deposits, pay more bills
>Visit catering sites (sometimes 2+ hours away)
>Meet with clients and vendors
>Eventually spend time with pets, friends, my significant other, my family here and there
> Anywhere from 10p.m- 2a.m. -Try to get to sleep (Try to get a decent night's sleep at least once a month, maybe twice)
There's also menu planning, recipe development, more social media management, and lots and lots of expressions of gratitude. Daily. Among lots of other things.
And cleaning. Everything. As much and as often as possible. So. Much. Cleaning.
Don't get me wrong. I am not complaining. Not one bit. I love what I do. I want everyone who works here to love what they do too. I want our enthusiasm and stupendous joy for food and cooking to spill out into our community in the very biggest and best of ways, every day.
I look around and every item I work with, every muscle that aches at the end of the day, reminds me how lucky I am.
What a great privilege it is to serve others through food.
I sincerely hope to be doing it for a long while.