Chocolate Molten Cake & Coconut-Hibiscus Sherbet
November 6, 2010 at 2:11 pm 62 comments
I’m sitting in the dining hall, eating breakfast in the same black collared button-up and black slacks that I wore to work yesterday. Last night, long after midnight, after I finally staggered out of the elevator and fumbled with the key to my door, I was too tired to change out of my server’s clothes before I crashed into bed. This morning, up bright and early, I was too tired to change into anything else.
I’ve had a little experience in the restaurant industry, but working front of the house is an entirely different animal. It’s exhausting. I remember orientation, trying to remember how all the buttons on the computer worked and the numbering of the tables. They gave me two weeks of shadowing to get used to the lay of the land, and I couldn’t like the people I work with more.
My first non-training day was earlier this week. For the first time, I’d have my own section. “Elissa” would be printed on top of all of my receipts. And I’d take home any tips I made. I tied my apron straps into a bow and stepped through the kitchen doors onto the floor.
The first thing I noticed was that my shoes weren’t broken in yet. It takes a little adjustment to get used to being on your feet a whole shift. As a server, you don’t have much time to sit around and lounge. If you aren’t running plates, bussing tables or putting in orders, there is always side work to do – scoop ice into the water pitchers, refill the coffee thermos, work the bakery, restock napkins. You learn not to sit down. And on that first day, I felt it in my soles.
I needed to keep everything in place. This is a skill that doesn’t come naturally to me, the ability to juggle five tables which all expect you to make them your first priority. I began to forget which table came in first, who ordered what, whether Table 5 wanted the decaf refill or the check. As the rush set in and my tables filled up, my mind became more and more jumbled, until everything was one overwhelming noise that never quieted.
You get used to smiling. Even though your shoes are slowly killing you. Even though you messed up 12’s order and you know they aren’t happy, even though the kids at 8 will ask a million questions and probably order nothing but hot chocolate. As a server, you need to be upbeat. You can’t let a bad afternoon show in your face, because it’s not about you – it’s about making every guest feel welcome and at ease, and when it really comes down to it, that’s so much more important than a tip.
I did the best I could my first day, and it wasn’t perfect. Or even close. I sent one table a free crème brûlée because I’d made a mistake with their order, and they’d waited patiently forever. At another table, the couple ordered a full out meal – drinks, soup, salad, dinner, and dessert – ringing up an enormous bill and leaving me with a tip of zero dollars, zero cents. A four-top of teenaged boys left me under 10%.
I pushed through the swinging door with a plate of dirty glasses to bus. At the dish pit, with three servers all working around each other, somebody stumbled, and a stream of dirty dishwater splashed through my collared shirt and down my leg, pressing the cloth against my skin in a cool drench. I didn’t have a change of clothes, or the time anyway. I walked back onto the floor to bring in another tray, and on the way to the kitchen, my wrist gave out and I dropped a towering stack of plates.
Every fork stilled, every face turned, and even though the background music continued to play, for a moment the restaurant stopped. I didn’t know the room could go silent.
It was rough. Nearing the end of the night I was so frustrated; I was trying with everything I had but I couldn’t make excuses. On top of everything, I would leave almost empty handed, with little more than a few callouses. I couldn’t bring myself to think about the homework I had left.
Closing drew near. The restaurant slowed to a trickle and we tackled the side work and remaining tables. One of my bosses, C-, called me over to the bar. I didn’t know what else could have gone wrong.
I almost couldn’t handle it. An ice cream sundae, filled to burst and topped with a ridiculous amount of brightly-lit rainbow candles.
“Blow out the bad juju,” she said. I blew out the candles.
In the back room, I dipped a spoon into the ice cream sundae and almost wanted to cry. The pastry chef, M-, had made it exactly the way I liked – with scoops of vanilla, coffee, and chocolate ice cream, chocolate and caramel sauce, almonds, brownie bits, a beehive swirl of whipped cream and a clown red cherry. I could only eat a couple bites before I had to go back to work, but nothing could have tasted better.
I tried to thank M- as I walked by, but nothing came out. She had a ridiculous smile on her face. And I pulled myself up and finished out my tables with a smile, and walked home with a pocketful of blown-out candles.
Next week, those callouses will have made me stronger. My shoes will feel a little softer. But until then, I’ll throw myself into my essay and wrap up my radio package, trying unsuccessfully to get my mind off of chocolate and ice cream.
[PS I’m falling behind, I know, but I’m doing my best. It’s a struggle to find time to eat and sleep, but blogging is like breathing, and I’ll continue to work it in whenever I have a minute.]
These molten cakes were so good. What I love about them is that you can just keep them in the fridge until you’re ready to have one – just pop it into the oven. They’re quick to make, incredibly rich, and just un-set in the middle.
Half for the sake of time (I’m avoiding my honors essay as I blog this) and half because I didn’t change anything about it, I won’t reprint the molten cake recipe. Instead, you can see it for yourself here on Epicurious.
As for the sherbet, it’s something I came up with based on what I had around. Instead of coconut milk, it uses milk steeped with dried shredded coconut – an idea inspired by the blog Desert Candy. I loved it because of the beautifully sweet fragrance that clouded over the pan, and because of the more intense flavor than coconut milk from a can. The flavor profile is inspired by a hibiscus sorbet I had back in Seattle with my good friend A-, who had never tasted anything like it and was instantly smitten.
Dried hibiscus flowers look like gnarled, gorgeously pink leaves. I like to eat them by themselves, and in the sherbet, the flavor is pretty mild. I got mine at Trader Joe’s.
Coconut Hibiscus Sherbet
A 17 and Baking original
1 cup cream
1 cup milk (I used soy milk)
1 cup sweetened dried coconut
1/2 cup dried sweetened hibiscus flowers
2 tablespoons sugar
1/4 teaspoon orange blossom water OR 1 teaspoon orange zest
1/4 teaspoon vanilla extract
Combine the cream, milk, coconut, hibiscus, and sugar in a medium saucepan. Stir over medium heat until the mixture comes to a simmer. Take the saucepan off the heat and cover it, letting the mixture steep for one hour. Strain the mixture through a fine sieve into a medium bowl, pressing on the coconut and hibiscus flowers to get all the liquid out. Cover with plastic wrap and chill for an hour or until thoroughly chilled.
Stir in the orange blossom water (or zest) and the vanilla extract, then churn in an ice cream maker.
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1. Millys mini kitchen | November 6, 2010 at 4:08 pm
I know how you feel, when it feels like you’re juggling a million things at once. But soon it will be better, and you’ll have a fantastic day! Well done for doing all these things though, it sounds like hard, hard work. I was working nights all this week, and trust me- there were a million moments when I wanted to give up. I even cried when I was 15 feet up a ladder at 5 in the morning because I was so tired. But I still got on with it!
Remember, enjoy it.
2. Lauren | November 6, 2010 at 4:51 pm
Elissa, I’m on the same busy wavelength. I’m so glad that you’re taking some moments for yourself to write, and enjoy things. (I can’t wait to hear more, by the way). Those cakes are gorgeous! I love the simplicity of them :). I’m curious about the flavour of Hibiscus – I’ve never tried it before.
3. Denise Rambo | November 6, 2010 at 5:18 pm
Oh Sweetie! You’ll get it. I was a waitress for MANY years and I’m so clumsy my mother used to call me “Grace” (as a joke). If I can do it – you can certainly do it. You’re a sweet sweet girl and you will make MANY customers very happy. They’re lucky to have you. Don’t stress yourself out about the frequency of your posts. Those of us who are loyal readers understand how much you have on your plate. We’re not going anywhere. (((Elissa)))
4. Alexandra aka Roguegirl | November 6, 2010 at 5:47 pm
Hi there :-)
my name is Alex and we literally do not know each other. But I do know your blog and I really like reading it.
I really feel sorry for your bad first day of work – but you have already said it: you will get used to it and by the time coming it will get better and better.
Luckily you have such nice people to work with :-) Try to relax as much as possible in your free time – always think of your body first, not blogging ;-) Regain strength and you will be well prepared for the next day of work.
You can do it :-)
Oh, and btw, thank you so much for the recipe for a chocolate cake (the one you made for your 17th birthday) – I adapted it and made an Oreolayercake out of it (for the birthday of my daughter).
It was completely wonderful and delicious – thanks for sharing the recipe :-)
If you would like to see a picture of the cake – I have blogged about it, too (yep, and gave back credit links to here .. because you were my inspiration for the cake)..
So, gotta go to bed now, it is late again.
Bye bye and best wishes from Germany!
5. Chellie | November 6, 2010 at 5:52 pm
I could type a novel about how we’re so alike, but I’m just gonna say that you’re awesome for juggling everything you’re doing right now. I’m in my second year of college, and I know just how ya feel! I’m so HAPPYYYYYY! that you have a new post today, it thrills me to see my RSS feed with you in it! (in a non-creepy way) Anyways, I love reading your stories and seeing your recipes, good luck my friend!
6. stacey | November 6, 2010 at 6:25 pm
I love reading your blog especially all the descriptions and thoughtful details. It brings a smile to my day. I appreciate that you squeeze in the time to blog. I wish I knew which restaurant you work at, there are so many great ones in Boston :)
7. Elissa's Dad | November 6, 2010 at 6:31 pm
When you were born, Mom and I just couldn’t believe how perfect you were. We wanted you to stay just like that perfect little infant forever. But time passed, as it always does and we watched with joy as you entered a new stage. We wished you could stay that way.
With each stage, you grew and changed and became something more. We wished you could stay that way.
Time passes so fast and with each stage you have become something more and Mom and I still think you are perfect. But we know you will become something more. We wish it could stay that way.
So many times you and I have shared a needed hug, the kind in the kitchen on a sleepy morning, with you in that same dirty robe you love so much. The kind where you melt into my chest and bury your face and I wrap my arms around you….perfect. I wish it could stay that way.
Everything changes, but you are still perfect to me just the way you are. I wish it could stay that way.
But you will change again as you always do, growing into something more and being more than you knew you could. But I have always known. You are perfect then and now. I am always proud of you, miss you more than you can know. I wish I was there when you came home so tired for that hug and to turn you into that mummy you adore. But instead I watch from afar as you turn into the woman I have always known you would become, still perfect. I wish it could stay that way…
8. Jennifer | November 8, 2010 at 12:50 pm
Thank you for sharing that. I lost my dad when I was three, and I needed to listen in on a father’s voice today. Thank you!
9. Irme DR | November 16, 2010 at 9:41 am
This comment brought tears to my dad, you are lucky to have this kind of unconditional support and love from your family. The college experience is unique to each, it’s both great and tough but you’ll get through it, soon you will find your balance. Thanx for sharing :D
10. Ashlae | November 6, 2010 at 6:48 pm
Keep your chin up, girly! You will get the hang of it – what’s that saying? What doesn’t kill you will only make you stronger.
PS – your father’s comment tugged at my heart strings so hard that I’m bawling. So sweet.
11. Sarah | November 6, 2010 at 6:52 pm
I’m sorry your first day was first day at work was rough, but I’m sure it will get better. Thanks for taking the time to make my (and the rest of your readers, I’m sure) day better by blogging. This ice cream looks so delicious — what a lovely recipe!
12. Hollie @ Lolzthatswim(andRun) | November 6, 2010 at 7:11 pm
Wow-that looks so decadent. I have always wanted a recipe for a good chocolate molten cake. They are my boyfriends favorite.
13. Nalena | November 6, 2010 at 9:48 pm
Elissa! I was so happy to see a new post when I checked your blog today. As always, lovely honest writing and beautiful pictures. School is always most important and I will always be a loyal follower.
14. Emma | November 6, 2010 at 11:41 pm
Sweetheart!
(I realize I’m not the first person to start a comment with a sweet* endearment, and all I can say is that this post clearly requires it.)
You are going to own the waitress thing. I recently waitressed while going to school, and while I eventually attained success on the floor I quit because of how hard it was. Right now you and your guts need a gigantic hug, and consider me to be giving you one long distance.
I repeat – you’re going to own the waitress thing. It’s going to happen so fast you’re not even going to remember this week.
15. Margarita | November 7, 2010 at 12:16 am
Oh, Elissa, what a blessed young woman you are. Yes, you must be very tired, but you will rest, recuperate and get stronger. You will become accostumed to the physical demands and will excell, as you always do. Your father’s poetic posting tugged at my heartstrings, brought tears to my eyes and a lump to my throat. It was beautiful. :) A fan. <3
16. Marta | November 7, 2010 at 12:57 am
Elissa,
I’m not sure that much can be added to encourage and cheer you… In those hardest moments of all, you know you have the ones you love loving you back, every second. Then there’s us, zillions of other people who in some way or another care about you and are crossing our fingers, with all our will, wishing that you come out of these tougher situations empowered, ready to add a new “plus” to your lovely, lovely self. :) You rock, Elissa.
17. Carolyn | November 7, 2010 at 2:03 am
Hey! I COMPLETELY understand your pain! Being a server is tough!! I was one all summer until I left for college, and it definitely can be stressful! I’m sure you will do amazing though! Once you get used to it, you find your groove and everything starts to flow much smoother! Good luck!!
18. Procrastibaking | November 7, 2010 at 4:31 am
The one thing I learnt from my time as a waiter is that no problem exists that can’t be resolved with threats of orifice dilation through the medium of ice-cream scoop.
19. Geni - Sweet and Crumby | November 7, 2010 at 10:12 am
Why must your dad always bring me to tears? You make me smile, despite hearing about your frustrations. But your dad–I am a parent of a child nearing college age–he always makes me tear up. When do you get to go home and give him a dirty robed hug? That’s the stuff I think about. How on EARTH can you be dj’ing, studying, WORKING?, photography club-ing. Sounds like a ginormous amount of life. Take a breath sweetie.
20. linda | November 7, 2010 at 10:30 am
elissa…you are doing a great job with all the “hats” you are wearing…enjoy your journey & take away the very best from each.
your dad’s comments are priceless…& we all can see why you are the person you are & will become.
21. Jenny | November 7, 2010 at 6:13 pm
Hang in there. I grew up in a restaurant and even after years and callouses and broken in shoes, I still get all jumbled up. I think that’s why I like pastry so much – everything in its place, in its order. No matter how many tables I waited, I barely ever came home with 10% – I just didn’t have it in me, I don’t think. The very last time I waited tables I pinched a nerve in my shoulder carrying a tray with wings – probably 40 lbs – and 20 years later, I still feel that shoulder pain when I’m lifting something heavy over my head. Ever think of working in a bookstore? :)
22. Warm Vanilla Sugar | November 7, 2010 at 9:49 pm
Your sherbet looks amazing. An ORIGINAL?? You rock my world.
23. Hannah | November 7, 2010 at 11:11 pm
I’m sorry to hear about your work. Hopefully things turn out better in the near future!
Those molten cakes look unbelievably good. And the sherbet? Speechless.
24. Ezra | November 8, 2010 at 1:12 am
Glad to hear you’re keeping your chin up, in spite of what sounds like an awful day. Thank you for the recipes, I look forward to sharing both of these soon!
25. Kim, Rambling Family Manager | November 8, 2010 at 2:41 am
How on earth are you managing a job on top of your school schedule?? You are one amazing young woman, that I know for sure. I’m sending you all sorts of good thoughts and best wishes. :)
26. deliciosity | November 8, 2010 at 9:53 am
In just our brief meeting I could tell your strength, drive, motivation, and most of all–capacity for accomplishment–were above and beyond anyone I had ever met. What you’re experiencing is normal, if anyone can tackle what seems like a scary tidal wave of stress and demands, and show it who’s boss, it’s you. Chin up, love. You’ve got this :)
27. Abbie | November 8, 2010 at 11:36 am
Oh Dear! Hi Elissa,
I’ve been reading your blog for some time now, quietly. We have a lot in common. I’m an English major, I love to write too and now we both work at a restaurant.
After reading this post I just had to say something! It gets better! I remember freshman year, and first waiting tables – yuck. It sounds like you’re surrounded with some great people (family, work friends, etc.) that really love you. That will help get you through a lot.
But! Don’t forget to cut yourself some slack. There are going to be times you fail or don’t do as well as you expected on tips or papers, or whatever as long as what you’re doing brings you joy – that’s what really matters. Hang in there!
This recipe looks delicious by the way. Thanks for taking the time to share.
28. Baking and Mistaking | November 8, 2010 at 2:58 pm
Hey Elissa –
I’ve made molten chocolate cakes before but that sherbert looks mighty interesting. Thanks for sharing!
29. Amy B | November 8, 2010 at 3:54 pm
Hey Elissa!
Firstly, I wanted to tell you that I am overly sensitive and sentimental like you (or at least as you’ve described yourself), and your words have brought tears to my eyes more than once (I think it was the entries about leaving for college and being homesick…feelings I remember only too well). Your writing is amazing and I feel every emotion with you as if I were reliving it myself. You’re definitely choosing the right career path!
Secondly, I wanted to tell you that I’m now 29, and canverify that though it may seem like you have so much on your plate at college that it will never get done, it will. I went to a pretty difficult University in PA and took 6 classes some semesters and tho at times I almost cried thinking of what I had to tackle, I remained confident in the fact that I knew I was responsible and would get through it all just like I always did in high school with APs or in past semesters…and I can tell you’re even more mature and responsible than I ever was! Just make sure that you allow yourself some time to relax, and to thoroughly enjoy every moment you’re experiencing now so that you never forget it. I never went to bed later than 11pm on wknights and I credit that fact alone for my high GPA (no one could believe I never pulled an all-nighter!). I left work unfinished at times when I felt my eyelids feeling heavy, knowing that a good night’s sleep would help me finish my work well-rested and more efficiently in the morning. Enjoy Boston, college and your new soon-to-be lifelong friends!
Can’t wait for your next post :)
30. melissa | November 8, 2010 at 5:03 pm
i’m glad you come back to blog – writing or typing as it may be is a great outlet – sorry that couple didn’t leave a tip… maybe they were european… anyways, the desserts look and sound so sublime. yum yum. i understand having a bad day at work… or many a bad day – good co-workers can make it or break it for you… it’s great you have good ones!
31. Nicole | November 8, 2010 at 6:57 pm
Aww! This post made me want to hug you.
Reading about your experience makes me feel even more compassionate towards waiters and waitresses. I can’t imagine having to juggle so many tables and different patrons, most of which can be awfully condescending. I normally try my best to tip well, which means emptying my purse to see if I can scrounge up loose change. I’d rather die than leave someone without tip. It’s just MEAN.
Here’s hoping next week is easier on your nerves and feet :)
32. Chef Tom | November 8, 2010 at 7:55 pm
Just loved that post. I work in the kitchen and the way you described your work makes me tired!
33. Jim Lundgren | November 8, 2010 at 11:36 pm
Great story and it brings back memories of my early years (and a few nights recently as well). Miss you and your cookies at The Star.
34. skywaterwind | November 9, 2010 at 1:12 am
Oh man, waitressing is a difficult job. I’m impressed that you’re doing so much stuff! It’s hard but the tipping world is incredibly weird and you can’t take it personally if people don’t tip well. I recommend buying a good pair of socks that wick away sweat etc., they can really make your feet happier. Don’t worry about messing up it’s happened to everyone before, and once people eat some food they normally recover some of their manners. I normally try to get a basket of bread out to people ASAP if they look cranky. Another thing I did at the end of a long night, I’d step outside and look at the stars for a little while. Always made me feel happy and okay even if the night inside had been absolute insanity. Good luck!:)
35. Valérie | November 9, 2010 at 2:20 pm
Hang in there, Elissa! As always, though, you’ve got a wonderful attitude, so I’m not too worried about you. :-) This is a stunning dessert, beautifully shot.
36. Sarah | November 10, 2010 at 12:12 am
Your way with words continually astounds me. I love, love, love your writing (and of course your baking).
37. Kistina | November 10, 2010 at 9:06 am
wow, this is great. i live in malaysia & the national flower of this country is the hibiscus and we are blessed with loads of coconut :P
what do you suggest for me to use for this sherbet? dried or fresh? or should i just use fresh ingredients with added sugar?
it’ll be great if you could reply! thankyou
38. Elissa | November 10, 2010 at 11:04 am
Kistina – I used dried hibiscus and dried sweetened coconut.
39. valgal123 | November 11, 2010 at 9:30 pm
Poor girl, I’m sorry your job is a tough one. I can relate completely. I started a as a waitress years ago in a retirement home. I was a waitress to the elderly, their dementia was slowly killing me. When I first started the job (my first real job) everyday I struggled to hold in my tears, it was just as you described it (which you did perfectly). But after a couple months I became what I never thought was possible, the best employee in the joint. On my first day I was in awe of the girls who had been working there for years how everything seemed second nature for them and I thought I could only dream of being that good. I proceeded to get employee of the month over and over, with lots of love and compliments from the staff and residents. Hang in there
I had to quit after 1.5 years because of an physically abusive boss, and that was over a year ago- I’m still looking for a job!
40. Sara @ Baking and Win | November 13, 2010 at 12:47 am
Ohhhhh girl. I waited tables for about a year and OH how I remember all of that.
Stay strong, keep at it, and you will get many good tables.
You’ll get quite a few bad tables too, but just try to ignore those. They are bitches.
Be nice to the bus boys, be nice to the hostesses, and you will go far.
41. Karman | November 14, 2010 at 7:27 pm
I’ve been reading your blog for awhile now and figured it’s time to finally tell you just how much I enjoy it. I don’t read many blogs consistently, but I always come back to your site for recipes and to admire your amazing writing skills. You are so talented and I look forward to all of your writing/recipes to come in the future!
42. hena tayeb | November 15, 2010 at 6:59 pm
this looks absolutely delish. I hope things at work get better for you..
43. Noelle | November 16, 2010 at 6:37 am
Girl, I know how you feel, I recently got promoted from server from hostess at the restaurant I work at this summer, and it is not easy. And to go from kitchen to front of house? That must have been brutal.
Have you ever had a day where you felt like if you let the smile slip off your face you’ll scream? So even though your face is aching and you’re sure you’re starting to look deranged you just grin at the lady who wants to know if the gnocchi has gluten, and wants you to go into the kitchen to ask even though you’ve assured her fifty times that the gnocchi for sure has gluten in it because if for one moment you let yourself think about the four other tables glaring impatiently at you, you may cry?
The restaurant business isn’t for everyone, that’s for sure, but you’re tough girlie, I’m sure you’ll be fine. Your boss and the rest of the staff sound amazing. My boss is a scary bald german man, and I’m a wimp, so if I can do it, so can you. :D
44. dann | November 16, 2010 at 6:51 pm
wowwwwww, so delicious!
45. christina | November 17, 2010 at 5:06 pm
That day sounds like a nightmare. You are such an amazing person though that I’m sure you will be in a smooth routine soon enough.
After working this job you will look around everywhere you go and be able to tell who works in a job that is a service industry job. They tend to be more patient, understanding, and kind. They will tend to tip their waitresses, smile at the clerks who ring them up and are generally patient and supportive to any of those who serve them.
I would know. 5 years of working at an upscale store you start to see things differently. You have a new found respect for all of those who have to put up with the snobs of this world who expect that your time is not worth as much as theirs. They tend to speak to you as though you ought to lick their shoes with gratitude.
Don’t let them bother you. In the end you will know that you have been a bigger person by serving them with a smile and you can take comfort in knowing that there are more people out their who love you and wish you well.
46. Anna | November 18, 2010 at 6:32 pm
First off, I am sorry you had such a hard time, but hope that over the days since your last post that you have adjusted and gotten some rest.
I am delighted to read your blog and even though I do not know you and vice versa, I hope you can have a boost of confidence in knowing that it is so enjoyable to read your posts. You are descriptive and considerate in your writing. I hope you will be able to have some sort of a break, at least from school if nothing else, over Thanksgiving!
Blessings to you!
47. Michael | November 21, 2010 at 11:05 pm
Hey! GREAT blog! i love reading about all your culinary adventures and their tangents! your an amazing photographer too! My housemates and i have a blog too, if you’ve got time check it out! you make some pretty ambitious things!
48. Stephanie | November 22, 2010 at 1:24 am
Beautiful post!
All through university (i graduated at the beginning of 2010) I worked at a high end shoe store. I know exactly what you mean about being on your feet all day! I would start out in heels and then after climbing up and down shelves in the stock room and trotting around getting pair after pair of shoes I would pull out a pair of flats and practically throw my heels across the stock room. poor feeties.
Those cakes look delish!
49. LimeCake | November 22, 2010 at 5:24 am
These little cakes look amazing! Hope everything works out for you. I’m sure they will!
50. Alex | November 22, 2010 at 9:07 pm
Be strong! College, plus a job, plus a hobby, plus clubs and other activities is an intense world to live in, I know all too well, I’m living it right now too! Good luck, if I managed, I know you can!
http://not-what-it-seams.blogspot.com/
51. Amy @ Serve At Once | December 7, 2010 at 12:57 am
This nearly made me cry. I’ve also been that person with the horrible customers topped of with dropping a mountain of plates. I am so happy you have such a caring boss who can, amidst the bustle, stop and recognize the needs of the staff.
Yay for you! :)
52. Kai Liao | December 13, 2010 at 1:45 am
What perfect timing!! My family line in my sorority wanted to get together to make lavacakes as a break from finals tomorrow evening, and this is awesome!
I can’t wait to see you back at home! My mom invited your family over to our house for dinner, so don’t forget about it!
<3
53. Corey | December 15, 2010 at 7:14 pm
i loved this post well worded
i will be back to read more of your post thanks for sharing your days with us