Forty-One Pans and Nobody Thanked Me

by Dale the Dishwasher

Friday, November 6, and I am the one who counts the pans. Forty-one came back from lunch, including two from Real Fat Roast Chicken and a sheet tray that once held Chocolate Chip Cookies, Dark Edges, which somebody has decided is a flavor. The Breakfast Tacos skillet soaked overnight, which is the correct way to handle it, and nobody thanked me. Grilled Cheese With Consequences left a crust on the griddle that needed a scraper and a long talk. Charro Beans went into the walk-in in shallow pans, because a deep pot stays warm too long and that is how trouble starts. Spiced Pecans, Espresso Yourself, Hot Toddy, and Spinach Dip for Bad Influences are on the list for tonight. I will be here. I always am.