Crossed posts. That answers the question then.
I loved cooking and still do. My sister in law refers to me as the official chopper. I live with my brother and sister in law so I'm readily available. I lived with a young lady in the 70's who was divorced and her former husband was a middle school principal. They had a dinner club going with a bunch of fellow teachers where they got together each month after picking a country that the food and wine would come from for the next gathering. I blunder into this in the middle of the month so the scramble is on.
I've forgotten the country but I went for the gold. Meet the new guy and see what happens to the dinner club. They don't know I am a cook. New guy turned out to be OK and the food it seem surprised them until they discovered the chef thing. The dinner club staggered along for about a year and they decided they couldn't "compete" with me. I didn't teach school either but it bothered them enough to call it off.
I ended up building a table 12' long and 3' wide to seat everyone for Sunday dinners. We were out in the country and friends would stop in on Sunday to spend the day. Grew our own food so it was easy and I enjoyed it.
Her last words to me as I was going out the door for the last time were "The only thing I'll miss about you is your cooking." High praise indeed.
Good for your friend. Respect of the people under you is hard to earn and a rank that high is harder to earn. To have your friends hold you in high esteem is is priceless. To hold your friends in that high esteem that you would retire and go to school so that you can entertain them as you would like to has no words in my mind. From what I heard that school is not an easy place to graduate from. They prepare you for the rigors of the kitchen and there are many.
Steve.
I loved cooking and still do. My sister in law refers to me as the official chopper. I live with my brother and sister in law so I'm readily available. I lived with a young lady in the 70's who was divorced and her former husband was a middle school principal. They had a dinner club going with a bunch of fellow teachers where they got together each month after picking a country that the food and wine would come from for the next gathering. I blunder into this in the middle of the month so the scramble is on.
I've forgotten the country but I went for the gold. Meet the new guy and see what happens to the dinner club. They don't know I am a cook. New guy turned out to be OK and the food it seem surprised them until they discovered the chef thing. The dinner club staggered along for about a year and they decided they couldn't "compete" with me. I didn't teach school either but it bothered them enough to call it off.
I ended up building a table 12' long and 3' wide to seat everyone for Sunday dinners. We were out in the country and friends would stop in on Sunday to spend the day. Grew our own food so it was easy and I enjoyed it.
Her last words to me as I was going out the door for the last time were "The only thing I'll miss about you is your cooking." High praise indeed.
Good for your friend. Respect of the people under you is hard to earn and a rank that high is harder to earn. To have your friends hold you in high esteem is is priceless. To hold your friends in that high esteem that you would retire and go to school so that you can entertain them as you would like to has no words in my mind. From what I heard that school is not an easy place to graduate from. They prepare you for the rigors of the kitchen and there are many.
Steve.