I woke up yesterday dreading it. By it I mean the task I had to do because I was the odd man out. My own idea to come up with who had to do it and I lost. Damn. Flipping quarters is kid shit anyway. Craig wanted to box for it and loser had to do it. I should have listened to him. I could kick the shit out of both my roommates. My heads against their tails left me with the title of carcass remover. Lying right by our front steps there was a feral black cat with its whole ass area ripped out. It looked like a opossum tried to drag it between the buildings so it could chomp on it some more. The cat’s fur was all clumped and sticky, looked like whatever dragged it there sat there and licked it for a while.
I don’t usually buy into superstitions but this was a dead black cat right in front of my house. I just felt like it was going to be a bad day. I stuck a couple trash bags together and did the job as quick as possible. As I was picking it up one of the old Mexican kitchen dudes from the Chinese restaurant next door walked out for a smoke. As soon as he saw what I was doing he dipped right back inside.
I was already on edge about the day because yesterday was test and tune day for desserts at work. I had a bunch of new recipes I’ve never tried out. Also I was a little nervous because most of the dessert duties for the new menu have been left to me. Everything was running smooth until I stepped outside for a smoke. As soon as I pulled my lighter out I fumbled it and it dropped through a grate in the parking lot. Dead cat with no asshole=1 Graham=0. As the night progressed every time I tried to start working on the new desserts numerous orders came in. I had to set aside half mixed batter and work the line. After putting aside and restarting my gooey butter cake a few times it was finally time to bake. The cake came out good but the gooey wasn’t all that hot. Bad enough I wanted to pitch it before the boss even tried it (which I did after he had a bite). Dead cat with no asshole=2 Graham=0.
Today I walked in with a much better attitude. Devil’s Food Cake. Damn right. Slept in a little to make sure I was on my toes and killed it. I have always been a fan of meringue. Never really took the time to learn how to make it. Guess I’m a quick learner. I layered the coco meringue between the devil’s food cake and covered it all with bitter sweet chocolate icing. I let the servers try it and heard all good reviews. Hopefully the chef and owners will think the same tomorrow when they try it. Dead cat with no asshole=Fuck off Graham=Chocolate cake with coco meringue and dark chocolate icing is the bomb.
P.S.
Stopped at Pop’s last night and picked up my Motor Head, Valient Thorr, and Clutch ticket. I plan on yelling at everyone like a deaf old man for a week after that show.
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