Lunch Time Launch
The craft of catering, as my mother always said, was in providing what was wanted not just needed. She of course didn’t say that most of the time catering is an actual shitshow where you’re chasing either suppliers, staff or clients. Sometimes it’s quite literal too.
Now is one of those times.
I’m hunting porcini mushrooms. But really I’m hunting the server who made off with them. Normally mushrooms would seem like a little thing to get mad over. But I’m not mad, I’m fuming. Because we don’t have the mushrooms, which means the chef doesn’t have the mushrooms, and if they don’t, then the client doesn’t. And if the client doesn’t, we don’t get paid. And if we don’t get paid, I don’t get paid. And I’ve got some debts.
So here I am riding through traffic after a thief. Over a bunch of little mushrooms, because some idiot thought they could get high off them. Or sell them on to some other idiot who thinks they can get high on them. And they’re just damn porcini. Idiots.
That’s the other thing, good help is hard to find. Probably why so many people run businesses with their family. At least them you can berate into working harder if not smarter. But no, as caterers we have to hire others. And they we can’t yell at. Well the chef can, but that’s the chef.
Except at times like this, when I get too. I’d like to say it’s cathartic. But it really isn’t. Cause I’ve got other things to focus on.
Today’s art is courtesy of Dipo Muh. from Indonesia.