There are moments that pass quite slowly, like yesterday when I was slicing tomatoes (I filled 12 quarts.) Other moments come and go in a wink, like our hike in Limekiln State Park. We walked from our beachside tent, up the canyon, following the creek, and into the redwoods. The forest floor was carpeted in clover, and we were serenaded by stellar jays. The boys hopped rocks, crossing the falling creek, zigzag, climbing fallen trees and testing the cold of the water. Maria sat in my lap as we launched leaf boats into the rapids and watched them follow their course down stream, perhaps to the ocean. We made observations and sat quietly. We imagined our home nestled among the trees and dreamed of returning to camp for days and days. We were idle and reflective. Still the moment was fleeting. It's gone, except in the stories we'll tell.
Taqueria training is in progress... okay, I'm obviously not frying chips at this very moment, but I am thinking about it. I am thinking about buying and preparing $200 worth of produce at once, and chopping enough tomatoes to last an afternoon, but feeling like it was a lifetime's worth! I am thinking about cheese and chicken, salsa, fryers, grills, storage, prepping, accounts, payroll, rent, insurance, permits, inspectors, cooks, cashiers and carnitas burritos with beans, lettuce, cilantro, onion... mmmm... oh, pardon me. My training day went fairly well, I think. See, I thought I was mildly competent and I know I learned quite a bit for 4 hours. My brother hasn't said much... Yes, I am the kind of employee that hangs on a word of praise. I didn't put the cold drinks ahead of the warm drinks, even though I remember this cardinal rule of stocking from previous careers. Other than that minor infraction, I think was 4 star.
Will I open my own restaurant? Caramba! I could do it. I'd have to farm out the children and drop quilting, blogging and whining about cleaning. It's not an easy thing to figure out. I am glad it's working for Bill. He has his complaints and challenges, but his clients like him and he seems to find his groove. He does, eventually, find time for play and fun. Heck, his house is clean too, which is more than I can say and I don't run a Taqueria. Yes, lots to consider.
I'll think about it tomorrow. Right now the children are taking me to the new Pixar movie... no time to Google and spellcheck the title... we're too busy having fun!
I wanna eat in your taqueria! :9
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