so, sunday was burger nite, and on burger nite i put a garbage can right in front of my broiler cause i end up with tons of used patty paper from both the burgers and the cheese. so we're rocking it, it's busy, and loud, and awesome, and i guess that a sheet of patty paper caught on fire on the broiler and i didn't notice and threw it away into a garbage can full of other patty papers and empty fry bags. suddenly i hear from the other side of the line "mike, your hands on fire!" and i'm pretty sure they're not, that i would notice that. so i slowly and deliberately raise my hands up in front of my face and turn them over to show everybody that no, my hands are very much not on fire. and then one of the girls goes "no, your can is on fire!" and i turn around and it looks like a michael bay movie...just flaming away and threatening to blow the ansel system. i can only imagine how it looked from their perspective...
"mike, your cans on fire"
*mike slowly raises his hands in front of his face, unaware of the raging inferno behind him*
sometimes i'm too awesome for words
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mikey,
you helped me put my shit into storage when i went to work on a fishing boat in alaska. i found your blog because i've been following kitchen convoluted. i took over the position recently vacated by meatsalt. small world eh.
holy shit! how the hell are ya? good to hear you're back in a kitchen. i'd love to hear about alaska sometime too
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