As I was doing kitchen prep on Wednesday evening, I realized that I didn’t have enough of a couple of things. Not a big deal, I figured I would swing by the market on my way to my friends place on Thanksgiving. That morning, like any day when I plan to cook for nine hours, I put on my chef coat.
Walking into a grocery store on thanksgiving morning in a chef coat was not my best idea ever. It took me almost an hour to buy three bulbs of garlic and two shallots. There was the question about if a turkey could be over brined (yes but it would take days,) and the one about how long a bird should rest (depends on weight,) a couple about stuffing, and one or two about things I can’t remember.
Yes, I was running late, but only a particular kind of asshole wouldn’t help someone on Thanksgiving morning. I am not that kind of asshole.
Ten minutes after I finally left the store I went to a coffeeshop near my friend’s house. The gentleman handed me my large coffee and said “You’re working today too, the coffee’s on the house.”
Sometime’s karma is instant.