Not much today. It was such a busy day at work, I was far too busy to do my favorite thing and chat to my customers, even though I recognized and greeted several of them and knew them as my beloved 'regulars', my family away from home. Today I prepared mostly afternoon teas which are always good on busy days, as making 30 afternoon teas flows more easily than making 30 individual meals where everyone is ordering different items from off the menu. There were also several take-out orders. My fingers were flying and as I often do at such times, I remember the fateful words of the lady who had to practically twist my arm to agree to a trial period as I sat there having lunch with my sister, "Don't worry, you cook for your family don't you? Well, this is just the same thing, it will be like cooking for your family, only it will be a much bigger family", or something like that. The satisfaction comes when people leave and on their way out tell you what a great time they had. No grumpies today on either side of the swing doors, woo-hoo!
There was one hiccup, someone had left out what I thought were English sausages to be cooked first thing. Except that over the weekend there had been a bit of a mix up. I cooked them and served them as I normally would, with mashed potatoes and mushy peas or baked beans, and the first person who asked for his bangers and mash, left them practically untouched on his plate with only a bite taken out of them. The comment was that they were too spicy, and they had NUTS in them. "NUTS? There's NUTS in the English sausages? You've got to be kidding me? There's no nuts in English sausage." "No, I have never had nuts in my English Sausage before" the gentleman replied, "I couldn't eat them, they were too hot and spicy and I don't like nuts." I was really shocked and I think maybe my mouth dropped open. English sausages are English sausages and most definitely are not highly spiced and most definitely do not have nuts in them. When I checked in the freezer we apparently had ordered a new variety to try out, but no one had told me. I wasn't too pleased but afterwards I saw the funny side of it, and fortunately the gentleman - bless his cotton socks - didn't think I was trying to pull a fast one across him by trying something new. All's well that ends well but I put those dastardly things aside and cooked the real McCoy! And no one complained about those.
The two photos above are ones taken when we were in Pennsylvania a while back, the name of the town long forgotten by me because I apparently didn't know how to identify things properly in my photograph folder. Lesson learned. It was a lovely old hotel with a classic car out front. If it were the only car in the parking lot, it would have been like stepping back in time.