/ck/ - Food & Cooking

Oh, the joys of visiting home.

>live ten hours from family
>staying with my parents for a couple of weeks in the summer one year
>one day say I'll grill some burgers for dinner
>have to go out to run errands and get foodstuffs for the meal
>mom says "Okay, I'll thaw the meat for you while you're out."
>agree
>get home with my fixings and such, ready to cook
>ask about the meat
>"Oh, here it is Anon."
>grey, partially cooked wad of horror on a greasy plate
>fuck the burgers and make some half-assed Shepherd's pie instead

>next day, still want to grill
>go to the butcher shop and buy some swanky porterhouses
>come home, fire up the grill
>ask parents how they want their steaks
>dad wants medium, mom wants well-done (of course)
>dad outside, "Anon, the grill is too hot."
>no it's not, fuck off dad
>"Anon, it's too hot, turn it down." (Gas grill, please forgive my father.)
>explain why high heat is best heat
>he shrugs, I throw mom's steak on grill and go inside to grab a plate
>come back outside
>all three steaks are on the grill
>heat turned down
>lose my shit and tell dad to cook the fucking steaks himself
>eat the most depressing porterhouse of my life like 30 minutes later

>work BoH for a popular brewpub
>supposed to be grill cook, but work literally every station INCLUDING dish at times
>scheduled 3-11, Friday
>half-price app time hits
>inundated with orders
>three other cooks decide to take their smoke breaks all at once
>lurking kitchen manager doesn't give a shit or offer to help
>still manage to stay on top of shit by some miracle; must have generated a small time warp from sheer stress
>catch a break when smokers come back, but won't be long enough to eat anything
>place a food order with cashier, pay and get receipt; plan on just getting food to-go at 11 when shift ends
>11 o'clock
>kitchen manager sends a closer home early for some reason and asks me to stay
>fuck it, more money
>decide I'll just take the ingredients for the food I bought home and cook it there; I and other cooks have done this before
>~2:30AM, kitchen's closed and clean
>clock out, gather ingredients for food I paid for
>manager stops me on the way out
>"What's in the bag, anon?"
>"My dinner. Going to cook it at home."
>"Like hell. Where's your receipt?"
>show receipt
>"How do I know you didn't just eat this earlier?"
>"Look at the time stamp. We were way too busy until closing, you saw us."
>"I don't believe you. Give me the bag."
>lose my shit, quit on the spot, and keep my food
>get home at 3 in the morning and make the most bitchin' burger I've ever eaten

Never again. I heard from a co-worker that not long after I quit, the place fell apart from people quitting over stupid shit the kitchen manager was doing. Made me feel a little better.

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