I started a new job Monday as a banquet server/chef. I’ve been a ‘banquet server’ for going on 3 years now and I’ve been for more than half my life. Today, a customer that’s been by daily for the past 8 weeks noticed the new chef in the kitchen- me. He was curious about me so he asked where I was from and what my specialty was. I replied that I’m from Natchez and my specialty is Cajun food because that’s what I’m used to eating and cooking. Seeing as we’re in Iowa the patron was pleasantly surprised and thrilled at the prospect of having flavorful food. “What can you do with a chicken breast?” he asked. “Anything you want,” was my reply so the patron asked me to make him something Cajun but not too spicy. And I did.

I decided on honey glazed lemon pepper blackened chicken. I was just going to Cajun season the chicken breast but I decided to add honey and a little lemon zest to take away from the spiciness. It turned out well. The man was happy. So I was happy. It’s been a while since I worked in a restaurant and cooked something that I devised and a patron has commented that they liked it. It’s always nice to be appreciated for your skills. Needless to say, it made my night.

*Note*- This is a really long tweet that I originally intended to do from TwitLonger.com but I decided to finally post something on my blog. I’ll edit it and add pictures later.

At the (overpriced) Cheesecake Factory Sunday, I was having lunch with my friend. We get there, order, and while waiting I decide to go wash my hands. I come out of the bathroom and there was booth of 3 girls sitting 3 booths from the corner. In passing, one girl was talking to her friend about me. For some reason, the friend decided to be obvious as hell about it so she decided to peer out of the booth with her entire head. Well little did she know I was right there so as she puts her head out, I had to stop to avoid ramming it into my crotch. (continue reading…)

Today I decided to go to Burger King for lunch. I wasn’t aware that it was going to turn out to be an experience.

It was lunchtime. Needless to say, it was somewhat busy, and the newbie cashier wasn’t making matters easier. A 10 minute wait in line yielded my turn to order. I proceeded to get a medium onion ring, value drink, and a whopper with no onions & extra pickle. Oh and I filled out the survey to get the whopper for free. So I was happy.

My order’s in and I’m handed my drink cup. I go the the pop machine, get ice, hit Coke for my Coke/Vault/Fanta drink and pffffff- syrupless Coke pours into my cup. I mention it to someone behind the counter and she tells me it’s out of syrup and the manager will change it and she could fill me up from the drivethru window. Sure. No dice- it was out of syrup as well. Multiple apologies were made and I went on my way, unphased, and not really concerned that I couldn’t get Coke- it’s only a pop, who cares. (continue reading…)

I had my first (and probably last) Klondike bar hours ago. I went to the Drugstore downtown and thought, hmm, never had one, let’s buy and try one. I did. It was good. Not a huge chocolate or chocolate covered ice cream fan but it was delicious. If only it had nuts.
There were two guys at the bus stop who commented about it. One said, “I’ve never seen anyone actually eat a Klondike bar,” to which I replied, “I’ve never eaten one,” to which the other replied, “It’s a first time for everyone!” There was banter about what you’d do for a Klondike bar and the likes. Then their bus came and they departed. I finished my Klondike bar and went about my way.
I wouldn’t do very much for a Klondike bar. Yes it was delicious, but it wasn’t anything special. I’m planning to have another KB tomorrow.

I saw this “commercial” for a Klondike bar and started laughing. This would be me. Minus the having a picture or looking at it fondly.