8 to 80, blind, crippled or crazy

That curious time is upon us when all the prep is (hopefully) done and the waiting game has begun. We picked up a few reservations, but nothing out of the ordinary for a Saturday in July. It has been hovering in the 90Fs all day, and, even with huge pots of pasta water and 30# of bones roasting, it barely broke one hundred. This leaves me with a good feeling about dinner service, especially since the bulk of the book starts in ten minutes and ends by 8:00. The theory being that it will at least be a quick swelter until, of course, the secondary waiting game begins and I focus on shutting down the kitchen for two days. By then, I am usually so adrenalized and overheated, that it is impossible to stop cleaning or otherwise find ways to ignore the syrupy countdown to ten o'clock.
In any case, best of luck to you to-night, chefs. I know you aren't all in the middle of a record heatwave, but summertime in any kitchen is no pool party. I have found myself recently developing great respect for landscapers and roofers, though most of them are probably home with their loved ones right now. Watch...to-night I will meet some mutant badass who landscapes during the day and then works saute @ some 220 cover joint for extra weekend cash.

Chris "Chx Atlantis" Greene
www.kitchenconvoluted.com

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