My sister did a post last week that made me giggle and kind of "inspired" me to do one of my own. So here goes. Years ago I was looking for a job and applied at a little grocery store. It wasn't a major chain and that's why I wanted to work there. It wasn't open on Sundays and it closed at reasonable hours. The grocery department didn't have any openings so they sent me over to the deli. I was hired on and that's where it all began. I was 17. My boss, Marsh, was just getting started with the whole catering thing so mostly I worked scooping salads and slicing turkey and answering the question "Gourmet potato salad has eggs and celery, regular does not."
As Marsh's catering business grew, we moved to the back of the store. I started working more hours. More or less full time during the summer. It was hilarious! Marsh, Jack, Tori, Lisa, Matt, Marie and I held down the fort with occasional visits from Marsh's wife, Dixie. I spent the days breading chicken, frying chicken, chopping lettuce for tossed salad for 500 and memorizing recipes to the endless salads we made. I can definitely cook for 300. I can whip up potato salad sauce for 50 lbs worth of potatoes. I can make baked beans and enchiladas with my eyes closed. It was one of my favorite jobs ever.
As I'm sitting here tired beyond words today, it reminded me of the endless hours in the deli. It reminded me of the 2 a.m. call times for movie crews. It reminded me of slicing ham and turkey and cheese- literally 30 pounds at a time for meat and cheese trays. It reminded me of fried chicken for 3000 hospital employees and their families. Of feeding Bart the Bear left over baked beans at a commercial shoot. Of being sent on a 4 week movie shoot and sleeping 2 hours each night and loving it. Of having Marsh ask me to rub his feet while we figured out everything that needed to be done for the day. Of crazy vegans blowing up his van! Of smelling like Meier's #5, eau de chicken grease. I can't help but think of the endless hours spent in that kitchen talking about life with Queenie and Tori. Or crying to Marsh about school or boys or because stupid Margie at KSL yelled at me for being ONLY 10 minutes early. Or thinking about dying when the punch bowl cracked at Symphony Hall, spilling hot wassail down the green carpeted stairs. LOL OH THE DELI! I learned more there than anywhere else.
Catering for over 8 years has ruined me for life. I can't go to parties and just leave the food set up the way it is. I can't even avoid critiquing the salad bar of a restaurant without knowing I could set it up better. Making potato salad sauce or white sauce is a guessing game when it comes to measurements- ask me for 10 gallons of it! However, my sister and I are your go-to people in the kitchen when you have a family gathering. Stay the heck out of our way! hee hee
I've now graduated college and have been teaching for much longer than I catered. Without Marsh, I would never have finished, I don't think. We had many discussions about me coming back to the deli in 25 years when I was uneducated, divorced and needed money for my homeless children- would he give me some sterno to heat my house? LOL I still love to go visit with Marshall. We head down into the musty, creepy, haunted basement of the Shalimarsh and he still has me rub his feet while we just talk and he'll ask me "How's my favorite doing?" And then we talk just like we're sitting ontop of 5 gallon buckets next to the deep fryer 18 years ago. I ask him if I can come back to work for him and he says he can't afford me these days. He's probably right- he trained me well. :)