Diary of The Food Whore: Slim Chances

Slim Chances

March 22, 2006

So The Husband and I had one of those rare nights when our schedules meshed and we were actually able to have a nice dinner out.

I was craving Thai. Something about a spicy slurpy peanutty noodle sounded really good to me.

The night was fabulous, it's amazing how revitalizing it can be to sit at a table and be served by someone else, eating food prepared by someone else.

And of course because I wore white in celebration of the onset of Spring, I had a slurp go awry and ended up with a nice slap of peanut sauce down the front of me.

Perfect.

As I was dabbing at the stain A Former Client approached my table. "How fabulous to see you here tonight! What a great coincidence, actually. This is my friend Tom. Tom, this is The Caterer I've been telling you about. The one you need to hire for the June Party."

As I stood up to greet him he said, "Well it's so nice to meet the person I've been hearing so much about lately." I had a wet napkin in my right hand so I reached out with my left hand to shake his... and in doing so realized I was reaching out with a nice big bandaged middle finger from the aforementioned (but don't want to talk about) peeler incident.

So there I stand, big peanutty stain on my shirt and bandaged middle finger. Fortunately I was having a good hair day, but I really don't think that was enough of a distraction for the train wreck he was viewing.

What do you think my chances are of having this man believe I'm a good caterer?

Slim to none, I'm thinking.

Posted by Foodwhore at March 22, 2006 09:52 PM

It seems like it's always that way - stuff happens! But Tom probably didn't notice nearly as much as you think he must have. Customer referals are stronger than peanut stains any day!

Posted by: surfindaave at March 22, 2006 11:30 PM

You know the saying...people are too worried about what you think of them to notice anything about you. Or something like that. :)

Posted by: Kate at March 22, 2006 11:56 PM

I'm sure he thought very highly of you because you were both eating at the same restaurant so he knows you have great taste!

Posted by: Kady at March 23, 2006 03:27 AM

It will work in your favor - he knows you love eating (beware of chefs that don't) and that you don't use potatoes from a box!

Posted by: lisa at March 23, 2006 07:41 AM

First, he was a guy and most of them have been known to walk around with all manner of stuff spilt on their "favorite shirt" without noticing or caring, so I think that part will be okay.

As for the finger injury, a real chef always has battle wounds. I would worry about one who didn't. Dead giveaway that they are using potatoes in a bag and pre-made everything from Sysco. You can't get hurt defrosting!

Posted by: Michelle at March 23, 2006 07:44 AM

On the bright side, your GoogleAds no longer feature flatulence relief.

Posted by: jft at March 23, 2006 07:53 AM

I think everyone gets hurt. It wouldn't bug me at all. But then I love to cook and have battle wunds (course having a bad brain day cause I know that is spelled wrong) since I was 4.

Posted by: mamas at March 23, 2006 11:23 AM

It shows you love food, and really get into your work! He'd be a fool NOT to hire you!

Posted by: Della at March 23, 2006 12:18 PM

"luck"

I worry too, in trying to land wedding clients, but ultimately I think the quirkier us artist-types are, the more appealing we are.

Posted by: violet at March 23, 2006 12:58 PM

So you gave a prospective client the finger, eh? Well, it's best to establish that dominance heirarchy right at the beginning of a relationship .... :-)

Posted by: RLR at March 23, 2006 02:11 PM

It's the perfect ones that creep the hell out of me.

Ps. Your entries makes me a better person. A person less freaked about her own freaky-ness and, as such, a person much easier to live with. A tolerable person, even. Great strides, these. You must continue to post. Lots. Lots and lots. Think of yourself as an AA meeting for petty freaks. Think of the power you wield. Close your eyes and think of the Queen for all I care, only please do continue to post. For the love of God, continue to post (I'm starting a PhD in English Lit. Dante himself had n'er so dreadful a row to hoe. Saint Food Whore preserve me...)

Posted by: Steamingpileofstudent at March 24, 2006 10:53 AM