NO, I’m not about to become a cook.
But I am working with a group that has a program scheduled in mid October. The hall is just around the corner. The catering is still being decided.
Today I checked out the hall. Just to see what was in the kitchen. I took my wife. Just to see what is in the kitchen. Her eyes are twice as good as mine.
The area has three stoves, two dishwashers and a microwave. Lots of cutlery and plates. Coffee urns and tea pots. Three stainless sinks, two entrance doors and a power panel in the basement! (try that to the tune of the 12 days of Christmas).
The funny thing? I felt like becoming a caterer. There is just something about the event — the meeting that is planned — that makes me want to be a part of it. Perhaps in a front row capacity. But, today, I just wanted to be the one serving in the background, bringing out food plates and making sure everyone who attends is full and enjoying the event.
But I’m not a cook. I learned how to boil eggs this summer (and even that as a bit of a disaster).
So, I’ll keep my day job and dream about being a caterer!!