I'm off to The Restaurant to work in the kitchen. Thursday afternoon between three and six. Preparation time. Can't do so much damage. The guys are relaxed. They don't mind that I carry out their instructions slower than a Tai Chi master.
Last week, the cook I was working with whipped up a apple tart. Delicious. Really wish I could remember some of the things I help cook. Brain is a sieve, there's no doubt about it.
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