The Restaurant

My wedding rings are off, my short brown hair is tied back from my face, my small Chef's coat is partially soiled, and my designer knife bag is purchased.

I am officially off to The Restaurant.

Wish me luck! I have no idea what to expect. I fear being on my feet all day.

Or, getting a back spasm. Yeah, I get those pretty frequently when I am cooking all day. It is mostly the upper back, requiring a big back crack and an hour to let it calm down.

I have a feeling The Chef would not want me laying down on his kitchen floor after he has cracked my back.

Just a hunch.

Now, only time will tell. I will keep you all posted. I am on the edge of my seat as much as you are.