Been tearing it up at work. I'm a cook at a busy fifties style diner, and I've been doing the soups and specials. The soups are creative and yummy tasting (tomato with bacon bisque, fiesta chicken corn chowder and Basque potato soup to name a few.) For dinner specials, I've been doing stuff that's nice but not overly fancy, to fit the fifties theme. Like this one:
Baked chicken cordon bleu with sautéed mushrooms in a dijon cream sauce. The veggie is grilled Rosemary yellow squash.
Also getting overtime. My boss has been away feeding the wildland firefighters at fire camp (out here in Oregon, where the forests burn) most of the summer, and we've been short-handed trying to find good cooks who aren't douchebags. I'm tired, but the food quality is STILL HIGH, baby!
The customers just keep rolling in because they expect to eat good...
On my days off, I go out shooting, drink a lot and eat antacid tablets to fight heartburn.
'Pretty swallow, cut open the dawn so the sun may rise on this day.'
--Some long-eared freak with a sword
Zoom's spaceshuttle landing video
(This is what happens when you let a rebel fighter pilot land expensive government hardware...)