Smoke Break

Sitting around chopping vegetables and making a greek salad for dinner last night reminded me of the most important component of any kitchen related job: the smoke break. Nothing made working in a kitchen better than slipping out for a couple of smooth flavourful drags off a relatively inexpensive cigarette every once in a while. And the break was legitimate: "where is Kermode?" "Oh, he's just out back smoking. He'll be back in a minute." "Good for him." "Really makes you think." "He should be running this kitchen." And so on.