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On Being a Cook in a Restaurant with Absolutely No Experience
Sometimes, you just gotta trust yourself!
The Old Stone Bakery and Restaurant in Oak Bluffs, Massachusetts was not what I would call a 5-Star restaurant. Not a 4 and not a 3. I’m guessing it was somewhere between a 2.3 and a 2.7, depending on the day of the week and how hungry you were.
Known more for it’s fresh baked goods than cuisine, it was the kind of place tourists, watching their budget, went.
Other than the fact that my good friend, Steve, was the baker, I wouldn’t have even noticed it. Why should I? Unemployed as I was, going out to eat was not an option for me. And with Steve, returning to our commune at the crack of dawn each day with bags of scones, breads and cookies the size of Frisbees, what need did I have to work? God was providing, big time.
And besides, working in the summer was against my religion — the “First Church of the Long Hang.”
Working seemed so uncool, so boring — a premature concession to “entering the real world” which I, as a graduate school drop out and aspiring yogi was putting off as long as possible. And…
