Tales from Cheffing Around
The toes tell you everything you need to know. My eyes lock on the pointy wingtip, the pedicured nails peeking out of a strappy sandal, the rounded rubber crown of a basketball sneaker, and my body responds reflexively. Focused only on the sea of feet …
It started with a can of Easy Off… as all modern-day misadventures do. That shiny blue can of optimism and empowerment, the one that practically reached out and grabbed me in Aisle 4 of the grocery store and said, “Alison, I know you don’t have …
“Good afternoon, this is the West Hollywood Bristol Farms! How can I help you today?” Her tone had the syrupy twang of insincerity that I associate with awful jobs in retail service. I knew I was about to make her terrible job terribler. I sighed …
The toes tell you everything you need to know. My eyes lock on the pointy wingtip, the pedicured nails peeking out of a strappy sandal, the rounded rubber crown of a basketball sneaker, and my body responds reflexively. Focused only on the sea of feet …