I've always held a good respect for service workers. Especially those in the fast paced food service industry since many of my family have made a living one time or another do it.
I have a new found respect for them. I enjoy cooking and do pretty well with it. So when I was asked if I would cook on the weekends for a fall festival, I didn't hesitate. The money is good and it's cash. I have five items to cook. 2 of them pretty much cook themselves, I just watch them for a bit. The other 3, not so much. You can not think your way out of the weeds doing this, per se. All you can do is try to work your way out. And playing catch up is not a game I like. All I can tell you is I'm tired and have no clue how some of you do this day in, day out sometimes pulling doubles. I'd be homeless. We need fries! We need bar b que! We need, we need, we need. Phew. Think I need a prep cook or something.