It is a rainy day in Vegas. I’m working a double. My kitchen is a mess from yesterday.
I’m happy about the rain and the double; I had a relaxing day off and am ready to work again. It’s the layer of cajun cooking bacon grease all over my kitchen that has me a bit gloomy.
In final stages of Seven Fishes, will probally go traditional French cuisine.
Furry beast is taking his medicine and stitches are healing beautifully on his furry butt.
I must leave in a few minutes and head back to the brewhouse for dinner shift. Looking forward to it. Rarely do I leave that building without at least one good story.