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We all chose seats at a long table that was situated along the back wall. Samuel and I ended up in chairs next to each other.
“Ladies, I don’t know if you have eaten at our restaurant before but…”
“Yes, we all have,” Keeva interrupted while doing a shoulder shimmy in her seat.
“Good,” Skip chuckled. “Every few years, we promote one of our sous chefs to head chef. We’ve come up with a little contest to see who will win the position and get a recipe added to our menu. Tonight, we have three of the best sous chefs in our kitchen presenting their meals to you.”
“Based on our recommendations, one of your assistant chefs will become a head chef?” Kenzie asked.
“That’s correct,” Frannie answered.
“Oh, the pressure!” Kenzie threw her hand on her forehead like she was going to pass out.
We all chuckled.
“Don’t worry about causing someone not to get the position, Skip and I make the final decision, but your input is valuable,” Frannie continued.
A waiter entered the room.
“Tony will take your drink orders while the chefs prepare their presentations,” Skip said as he and Frannie left the room.
I knew my sisters were going to ask for something fruity like a strawberry daiquiri. I don’t like fruity drinks, they sneak up on you. I don’t like for liquor to sneakily get me drunk. Let me know what your intentions are from the beginning. That’s why I’ve developed a taste for cognac. If I am in the comfort of my house, then I will drink something sweet, but out in public, I need to know how the liquor is going to affect me immediately.
“For you, miss?” Tony waited with pen in hand to jot down my drink order.
“Do you haveRouletorBisquit?If not, I will takeHennessey VSOPor something similar. I will also take a glass of water.”
I looked over to find Mr. Valentine staring at me.
“What?”
“You would rather cognac than a pineapple margarita or something?”
“I ordered what I want but by all means order your passion fruit margarita. I won’t judge.”
He chuckled.
“I will take whatever you bring her,” he told Tony.
“Your event was successful,” Mr. Valentine leaned in and said.
“It was a success. Thank you for volunteering. You seemed to know a lot of the people around there.”
“Yes, my mother and father grew up around that area. I try to help out where I can.”
He and his family were fantastic today. It would have been successful without them, but their presence was definitely felt and appreciated.
Tony walked in with everyone’s drinks. He did have theBisquit.I was glad. I needed a good drink after all the work we’d done today.
Samuel
Volunteeringat Ms. Patterson’s event turned out to be a great idea. After she and I talked about her reasons behind organizing the event every year, I realized in some areas of community outreach, I was just throwing money on the problem instead of showing up and making a difference with my hands. It was nice seeing some of the old people from the neighborhood and doing something just because I wanted to do it.
After our drinks were delivered, Skip and Frannie came back into the room with three chefs in tow.
“I would like to introduce you to Miles, Hugo, and Leanne. I have charged them with creating a dish which will add Cajun and Creole flavors to our menu. They will each present you with a dish. You will be given cards to rate the dish, and you can ask the chefs questions if you like,” Frannie explained.
She and Skip took a seat at the end of the table. Miles opened the door and several servers filed in. The plates were placed in front of us, and the lids were removed. It looked like a regular fried shrimp sandwich on a baguette. It was pretty, but I wouldn’t give it points for creativity.
