Tales from Cheffing Around
My spine straightened as if I had been selected by a teacher to give the solution to a algebra problem I didn’t know. “Hi… um… buona sera.” “Buona sera,” the waitress said softly, dipping her head and eyes respectfully, a pen in one hand and …
I don’t know how the distribution of grill power works for each level of hot dog stand at Yankee Stadium, but the foot-longs on the upper deck never really seemed to get hotter than lukewarm. I didn’t care though. I scarfed mine down, haphazardly drizzling …
I knocked gently on the bungalow’s front door, my arms laden with insulated bags of food and bubble-wrapped serving platters. Glenda and Shmenda (names have been changed to protect the “innocent”) were throwing a fancy mutual birthday party luncheon and had chosen me as their …
My spine straightened as if I had been selected by a teacher to give the solution to a algebra problem I didn’t know. “Hi… um… buona sera.” “Buona sera,” the waitress said softly, dipping her head and eyes respectfully, a pen in one hand and …