It’s early and no one
else is in my daughter’s catering kitchen yet. All I hear is the hum of the
refrigerator motor, and nothing else. I assume my daughter is either making a
food delivery or is at Sam’s Club, picking up her food order. The other worker,
Jeff, won’t be in for another hour or so. He comes in later, and stays after
everyone leaves for the day.
Everything in the
kitchen is spotless: the counters have been wiped down and disinfected. All the
dish counters have also been scrubbed, and disinfected as well. Water has been
drained from the dishwasher and the food in the trap has been cleaned out. Now
we will have to just fill the dishwasher with hot water.
Since I’m the first one
in, I will check a few things, place trash bags in the two empty large trash
cans and make a full pot of coffee.
My daughter will arrive
shortly and we will tackle the last
minute food that is needed for her Saturday wedding and for the two wedding
showers on her calendar that she has for the weekend. Once we get busy, there
will be more noise – the exhaust fans running, the radio playing, and the
dishwasher will be in constant use. There will be the banging of the pots and
pans, the chopping of the food, and chicken being pounded, so that it will be
thin and tender.
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