Showing posts with label Wooden Spoons. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wooden Spoons. Show all posts

Friday, 20 April 2012

Alternative Use

Did I ever tell you P comes from a family of chefs/ caterers/ restaurateurs? And that we used to own such places ourselves years ago, and that he's a wonderful cook? I did, yes I thought so.

It must be part of his genetic makeup or something because, although we don't do that now, P is always drawn to menus on restaurant boards when we visit places, he nearly always gets the proprietor or maitre d's attention (without courting it) in new restaurants and he hardly ever misses an opportunity to talk direct with the chef especially if it's an open kitchen. Maybe its instinctive, people in the same work or interest line tend to recognise each other, I've no idea how but it happens.

It happened the other day in a nearby town at the opening of a new cookware store, they sell the posh stuff Le Creuset and the likes, and we went because there were leaflets on car windscreens in the car park announcing its opening and P couldn't resist, perhaps the mention of special opening offers stimulated his interest.

Anyway we went and they had some lovely stuff, we didn't buy anything but we did get a large wooden spoon with their name branded on it. We received it as we walked in, they gave it to P not me, I mean the girl purposefully handed it to him, or that's how it seemed.

P said she could tell where the cooking expertise lay. I preferred to think she saw an alternative use for the spoon and thought P might appreciate it:)



Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
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Wednesday, 9 November 2011

Spanking Spoons

We went out with friends on Saturday to a firework display and then onto a pub restaurant they like eating at, we hadn't been before and it was OK, well the atmosphere was better than the food actually, it was clearly too busy and the kitchen wasn't coping well, I think we might try it ourselves on a week night some time when it's less stressed.

Anyway the funny thing was the wooden spoons (these aren't the ones in the pub but they're almost identical) stacked behind the ordering section of the bar. After ordering, we were given a receipt and a spoon to take to our table, it was explained that the spoon should be stood upright in the holder on the table and was to let the waiting staff identify us.




Before we knew that, while we were standing in the queue at the bar.

I whispered to P that they must have a lot of mistakes and perhaps the spoons are for disciplining the staff.




The numbers could be the quantity of swats to be delivered, I ventured. "Can you see one for me?" I asked my husband.

He patted my bottom and said "No, they don't go to triple digits."

Ronnie
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