Diary of The Food Whore: Go Ahead And Cry Over Spilled Cream

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Go Ahead And Cry Over Spilled Cream

July 16, 2005

Friday was a particularly hectic day. I seem to be having a lot of those and I am begining to think bad things happen in 10's instead of 3's.

Such is my life.

After blogging about The Aforementioned Client I got to thinking about having to turn her down for her Trick and was a combination of bummed, relieved, and pissed off about the whole thing. I decided to get my mind off things by going into The Restaurant and reorganizing the walk-in cooler. My house has been cleaned, rearranged and cleaned some more and The Husband decided it was time I stop when he did a Dick VanDyk over the ottoman when he got home the other night. (For those of you who don't remember the Dick VanDyke show, or in my case the re-runs, the opening sequence of the show starts with Dick coming home to Laura and tripping over the footstool in the living room.) I have to say, though, it was the funniest damn thing I had ever seen. He was rushing to the TV to turn on his favorite show and he clipped that ottoman and went tumbling to the floor. I shouted, "8.5 for form!" as he lie there wondering when I was going to stop moving furniture around.

Anyway.

So I set out on my mission of organization by first opening the outside doors to the cooler (there's two doors on one side of the cooler giving us quick access to the shelves inside). I knew from Thursday that things were a mess when I tried to find a prep container of tomatoes. And I could see that someone had crammed too much on the top shelf because a carton of heavy cream was getting smashed and the corner had a tiny hole that was leaking. So I nudged the carton a little bit to push it away from the door and then I heard something splat. I stood there for a minute not wanting to know what happened but I closed the door and went around to the inside of the cooler and my worst fear became a reality: An entire 1/2 gallon of heavy cream was now rushing all over the floor. It was my fault for nudging the carton but some fool actually put an open carton of heavy cream on top of another carton in an effort to make more room on the shelf. And I knew this because 2 other cartons were stacked in the same fashion.

I was too defeated to scream or even mutter an explative. I simply went to the back hall for a bucket for hot soapy water, grabbed a couple rolls of paper towels and a handful of bar towels. One of the cooks asked me what happened and I turned around and said, "It's best if I just have some alone time in the cooler."

By the time I got in there the cream had stopped moving across the floor but it had done enough damage. I had to take apart two bottom slat shelves to clean the floor underneath and I had to wipe down everything that got splashed - including a roasting pan full of ribs.

People kept peeking in the door only to be met with a raised eyebrow from me and luckily they were smart to just keep moving. I used two entire rolls of paper towels to sop up that mess and let me tell you - heavy cream on a cold floor is a bitch to clean up. I kept wiping and sopping and wiping and pretty soon I swear to you it started to make butter right there on that floor.

And that's when I started to cry.

It started out slow tears that I tried to fight, but before long they turned into full-on sobs as I sat on my haunches, feet dripping with cream. And I cried and I cried and I cried. And then my face got cold and I realized I needed to get my shit together and get the job done.

A bucket of soapy water, 7 bar towels and 2 rolls of paper towels later, the task was done. As was the crying. And amazingly, I felt like a new woman. And I hate to admit that - I hate to admit that I cried over spilled cream. Obviously, though, I needed it.

So the moral of the story is to go ahead and cry over spilled cream. It will do you some good.

A nice lemon drop after the fact won't hurt a bit, either.

Or, you know, two.

Ok, fine.

Three.

Posted by Foodwhore at July 16, 2005 12:12 PM

I have those moments more often than I would like to admit, where the tears flow from nowhere and without warning. But it always feels so damn good after! Here's a lemon drop toast to things looking up...

Posted by: Ebony at July 16, 2005 08:51 PM

You cry and I break inanimate objects. Surely they deserved it.
Have you had to mop up liquid soap? For hands for automatic washers? Many items were broken that late afternoon.

Biggles

Posted by: Dr. Biggles at July 16, 2005 10:43 PM

you poor thing! I cried a little reading your sad little story! feel better, ok?

Posted by: MisChef at July 17, 2005 12:53 PM

Does it have to be cream we cry over? Will milk do?

Posted by: Annie at July 18, 2005 06:43 AM

Cry over whatever you want to, if it makes you feel better.

And then have those lemon drops-they've got theraputic properties!

Posted by: Kate at July 18, 2005 09:06 AM

In your honor I threw chicken stock all over the floor of the walk-in yesterday. OK, I dropped it. I didn't cry, although I may have felt better if I had.

Posted by: haddock at July 18, 2005 10:34 AM

Awww... sorry about the cream/butter mess. I hope someone got an ass-chewing for leaving it there in the first place.

LOL re. Dick Van Dyke. Heheee. Here's a toast to you and also to all unsuspecting hubbies. :)

Posted by: Kim at July 18, 2005 11:39 AM