A Job Well Done

In the last couple of days, the catering kitchen was at its fullest. This past weekend, there were two weddings to cater and a couple of other events to prepare the food for, and to drop it off.  

 

The two prep tables in the kitchen have had at least two people working at them. The movable prep table had plastic wrap laid down on it, where chicken breasts would be pounded out. Even the small metal sink counters were in use. Colanders were in the sink where fruits and vegetables were being washed and drained.

 

One of the helpers was cutting up a lot of vegetables that would eventually be assembled into four vegetable lasagnas with marinara sauce and cheese.  Other vegetables were cut up for a large potato salad. Cheeses were cut and trayed up, miniature gyros assembled, all the while large roasts were being cooked in the double ovens. In between salad dressings were made and stored in large plastic containers and labeled. Garlic was chopped, to be used as a seasoning in the food that was being prepared. Cornbread was made, as well as homemade croutons. Onions were thinly sliced, first dipped into flour, then a mixture of eggs and milk, and finally into another mixture of floured Cajun seasoning. The onions would be baked and used on top of the slices of meat at one of the weekend weddings. Broccoli was also chopped and would be made into a Cheddar Broccoli Salad.

 

The day goes by quickly when there are others working and checking off the foods that are being prepared or made.  Someone made a well needed coffee run. Every so often, the new woman, who was answering the phones and taking the messages, broke in with something that was important and needed to be answered right away.

 

Since I don’t help serve at the weddings, I can still get an idea of what’s being served by making the food, smelling the wonderful aromas, having a small sample, seeing what’s on the platters, inside the bowls, and what’s under the clear plastic wrappings.

 

 

When I leave the kitchen, I’m tired, not hungry, but satisfied by what we have accomplished. And like my daughter, the Chef, says – anyone who walks into the kitchen is fair game as far as seeing their name in my blog. Thanks Ryanne, Greg, Peter, Ashley, Julia and of course the chef – Erin!