Chef Sheldon can we have a picture...

You know that feeling when you wake up in a room of people, no one is up, so you just sit and stare at the ceiling? This was the epitome of Saturday morning. All of us were wide awake by 8 am and no one stood up. Finally, after a call from Sheldon, we all dlowly got up and left for breakfast... In 5 minutes. The everyday life of a cook.

Once breakfasted and boozed up, we make our way poolside for a noon time dip. As we did the night before, we parked our stuff in a cabana... Only to get sent away by the pool security guard. Apparently you have to have "big bucks" to rent out the cabana. Ok. 

One of the most incredible things about cooking is how versatile the language is. Not a word can be spoken in the kitchen and everyone could know what to do. Going into the Migrant kitchen was a great example of that. Our instructions were given to us and we all spread out to our own corners of the kitchen to prep. And what a huge spread that was. We had to walk for almost a minute to get from one side to the other. Insanity.

Once service started, the sweat started to roll. The magical mixture of 9 people, stoves, ovens, salamanders, grills and heatlamps made an excellent substitute sauna. We must have shed close to 5 pounds each. But that only made us closer in the final round of service. 

And yet again... To be continued... One more time...