[Sca-cooks] Twas the Night...

[Stefan li Rous]

> 'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the kitchen;
> I was cooking and baking and moaning and bitchin.
> I've been here for hours, I can't stop to rest.
> This room's a disaster, just look at this mess!
> Tomorrow I've got thirty people to feed.
> They expect all the trimmings. Who cares what I need!
>
> My feet are both blistered, I've got cramps in my legs.
> The cat just knocked over a bowl full of eggs.
> There's a knock at the door and the telephone's ringing;
> Frosting drips on the counter as the microwave's dinging.
> Two pies in the oven, dessert's almost done;
> My cookbook is soiled with butter and crumbs.

> Now what was I doing, and what is that smell?
> Oh darn it's the pies! They're burned all to hell!
> I hate to admit when I make a mistake,
> But I put them on BROIL instead of on BAKE.
> What else can go wrong? Is there still more ahead?

Sounds like a very good reminder of why *I* will probably never be
an event headcook.

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THLord Stefan li Rous    Barony of Bryn Gwlad    Kingdom of Ansteorra
   Mark S. Harris            Austin, Texas          stefan at texas.net
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