Tonight's dinner might have been the most ridiculous meal I've ever worked.
Serve time was 5:30. Everything was perfectly fine at 4:15. No kidding. Then sometime around 4:20, we realize that there would be several complications: 15 more people would be eating than the previous count (total of 118), and somehow the pizza quantity was overlooked leaving us with only 54 'Tonys' and about 30 'Red Barrons' - thats only 84, if you can't add. Somewhere in this process, I notice that the deep fryer was never turned on, meaning the oil would not be hot enough to fry apple fritters.
And then this stupid thing called, "Hope" had to show up and make it so we couldn't curl up and die.
We cut the 'Red Barrons' in halves, and found some chicken that wasn't being used (Sarah and Marie cut up some potatoes and added a bunch of seasonings to them) And the deep fryer heated up in time for me to get 3 batches completed before the group came through the line.
So I would attribute the absolutely amazing recovery of meal-almost-not-doable-ness to my God.
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