Knowledge beats evil: cheese in california wins!
I happily work for (restaurant) people I both like and respect, but there’s a certain in-charge person at my workplace that I can’t bring myself to enjoy. The feeling is clearly mutual, and nary a day goes by without said PERSON telling me I’m an idiot (in one way or another), or whittling away at my self-respect with persistent condescension. Hmph. Curbing my rage and subsequent bitter responses is a great exercise in restraint. Luckily, interactions like the following, furnish me with all the vindication I need.
Me: Where is the goat cheese we use in our [blahblahblah] salad from?
Evil Powerful One: Vermont
Me: do you know who makes it?
Evil Powerful One: Laura Chenel
Me: Oh really? Thanks. (silent interior victory dance)
Once again my education from culture wins the day! Thank you, Laura Chenel's Chèvre, for being in California (and also for being delicious).
At least the person got the
At least the person got the goat's milk cheese part of it right! -Lassa
Lassa Skinner culture: the word on cheese
Eilis wins. Flawless victory.
Eilis wins. Flawless victory.
Glad for your well-deserved
Glad for your well-deserved victory dance, but I always wince when a restaurant cook--someone who works in food--doesn't know basic stuff about where/who their cheese comes from. Guess he's too busy being mean to pay attention.
I agree, it isn't right, but
I agree, it isn't right, but luckily this particular individual is an anomaly. Too bad he's high up on the ladder!
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