cooking up something

Habanero Suz is planning her purchase of a new stove, which reminded me of this poem I wrote while doing time as a garde manger at the Avocado Club just off Queen St. W. in Toronto. I was working my way through university. The photo displays my current cooking facilities. How the mighty have fallen...


four cooks stand in line
they say "behind"
four stations mind
grill, saucier, hot apps and mine
i serve cold salads and desserts
we wear white cotton pants and shirts
aprons also can be seen
they keep our knives and fingers clean

at six the printer is turned on
and we begin to get the chits
requiring us to cook anon
we sometimes are quite prone to fits
of outrage at the imbecilic
waiting staff and their moronic
witless way of ordering

no-one likes the way i sing