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.

Work was pretty slow tonight and we were searching for things to talk about and then Michael Jackson and Farah Fawcett died.