Slammed lately...in the shit like they used to say in the kitchen....one develops a shorthand. Email can be the worst friend a friend can have. One can say so little, and have it misinterpreted by so many.
Speaking of kitchens, my favourite kitchen hell story starts at about 11:00 pm in a sweaty dank kitchen near the end of the night. The cleaning shift of Jamaicans, Grenadians and St. Lucians were not even on the scene. I was baking the desserts for the next day on my graveyard shift. I went to the stock room and pulled a wooden crate of walnuts. They were from China. I started on a few things, then went back to the walnuts to measure out some. I looked up at the wall, and it was crawling with maggots. The entire box of walnuts was filled with maggots and walnuts.
My skin crawls even now thinking about it. The lateness of the hour, the humidity, the little white friends.
I ran to the sink to get a rag from the many dirty rags that were soaking in water and bleach. I looked at them hanging above the sink. They too were crawling with maggots. I poured the water hot and threw in more bleach and put them all back in the sink. Then I threw out the complete box of walnuts. Sort of makes your throat itchy just thinking about it.
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