#Kitchen Rush

[crystallizsch]

"we're dancing 'round the kitchen in the refrigerator light"

#was listening to taylor swift then this lyric hit me #and that’s how this sketch came about #can’t even escape jamiyuu even when listening to music smh #i've been on a fluff rush lately hdksljfs #honestly also what is up that trope of slow dancing in the kitchen #it’s so cute im gnawing on it #[— #twst #twisted wonderland #twst art #jamil x yuu #twst oc x canon #twst yuu #jamil viper #★'-my-art #(💜) yuusha #(💜) jamiyuu #—] #lighting my detested #these two literally got me drawing things i wouldnt normally do omg #theyve ruined me #anyways good night once again (it is 6am)

[weaselle]

being a line cook is insane but people do it anyway

do you want to know the secret to why line cooks stay line cooks?

We're addicted to a certain aspect of the job. A sort of combination of Pride and Power.

See, most of what is going on in that restaurant comes down to you. If the restaurant was a dairy, you'd be the cow, everything is based on what you produce; how much, how fast, and of what quality.

And it's INSANELY hard for most people to do. It requires you to keep mental track of tons of stuff while doing complicated physical creation in a dangerous environment under intense pressure

Any line cooks reading this? let me recreate a moment most of us have had many many times

For the rest of you this will be a nice window into the line cook experience

you have a rail FULL of tickets, and the printer will NOT stop printing more.

You've got a stove FULL of stuff you're cooking, and half of it is for stuff you don't even have a ticket for, because of something on a table that already went out was wrong or missing, or a server forgot to put something on a ticket and needs it in a hurry, or...

the tickets you are working on are for tables that finished their appetizers 45 minutes ago, and it could be an hour before you even get a chance to read whatever the printer is currently printing.

You have a head FULL of stuff you're tracking: how quickly the sauce is thickening in this pan, whether the garlic is about to burn in that pan, how long before you drain the pasta in that pot before it over cooks. As soon as the thing in the oven for table 31 is 5 minutes from done you gotta put the other thing on the flat top to go with it, you're putting together Something on your board and you can't finish it because you need a refill of an ingredient from the walk-in but you can't go get it because if you leave the kitchen you'll burn the thing in the salamander. And you can't plate the thing in salamander yet because the Something you're putting together on your board is taking up all the room you had left in this disaster of a kitchen

Three people have just told you complicated changes to dishes you have to organize and keep in your head. Something like

"24 needs 3 gnocchi not 4, and 2 with no rosemary; 3 needs all 4 gnocchi to have extra rosemary, 2 with no garnish; 22 needs an extra gnocchi extra garnish no rosemary, salads are almost out you can go in 3 or 4 minutes"

The manager, assistant manager, about 8 servers, and a fuckton of people at tables are all waiting on YOU with an impatience bordering on fury.

right? sound familiar? okay that's not the moment, that's just the dinner rush on a night somewhere between bad and average.

The moment happens when, during this insanity, you reach an internal place where you become completely overwhelmed. Panic and frustration and over stimulus all rise up and wipe your brain completely clean. You can't think, you have no idea what to do, you want to run away, you want to quit, you can barely think of your own name, everything feels completely impossible.

And then. The Moment

You pull it back together.

You stop being overwhelmed, you stop panicking, you insist that it IS possible, and that you are going to do it. You decide what has to happen and you start. You clear all the clutter you can from your kitchen. You pull all your tickets as far down the rail as possible and scan through the tickets on the printer so you have an idea of how things are going to go. You write down a couple of times on tickets that you would usually keep in your head but you need the brain space. You group the tickets according to not only time but what dishes they have in common so you can do batches of things. You decide if you can just get these two things out of your way you'll be in a much better position and so you concentrate on getting those two things cooked and plated. You beg the dishwasher to grab you the thing you need from the walk-in. You call your assistant manager or manager into the kitchen and you tell them you need them to start you 8 gnocchis: 3 no rosemary one extra garnish, 4 extra rosemary two no garnish, and one normal.

Right? Okay so first of all, as you can see... The job is INSANE

and second of all. Not everybody is capable of that Moment. The moment you stare already-existing catastrophic failure in the face and tell it No. That moment.

and you have to be capable of that moment if you want to be a line cook.

Which means pretty close to zero other people in that restaurant can do what you can do.

So now let me tell you a story.

I was 19 years old. I was a line cook at an italian joint. We're slammed off our ass one night, and the manager is in the little galley kitchen with me, and he's just standing there because he isn't good enough to not be in the way if he tries to help

and he's over my should about everything, telling me to drain that more or turn the heat down on this etc.

Finally, I stop completely, look him dead in the eye, and say "Tony, i'm not cooking another thing until you leave this kitchen."

I'm 19. Ive worked here six months. Tony is twice my age and married to the owner's daughter. There is a heavy pause.

Then Tony turns around and walks out of the kitchen.

What's he going to do, send me home? Zero other people in this restaurant can do the thing that makes it a restaurant. If i go home the customers are going home too.

And that's the real reason most line cooks stay line cooks even though the job feels like a war you never win.

It's that interplay of Pride and Power. For those few hours, the restaurant is happening because of you.

That's the power.

For the other part, try pulling a cook off the line during the rush. You can't. Even if they are in the weeds. Maybe even especially if they are in the weeds.

Once i was working with a cook who, in the middle of the dinner rush, sliced is hand open - a cut both deep and wide, pouring blood. No bandage we had was going to be a solution for it.

So he popped a latex glove on that hand, triple wrapped a rubber band around his wrist to keep the blood in, washed with soap, and went right back to cooking.

Because it was the dinner rush and no one else could do the job, and he wasn't coming off that line.

30 minutes in he had to swap gloves because it had filled with blood like a water balloon and was making it hard to cook. Leaving the line was never even a question.

that's the pride

#He went to the emergency room after his shift and came in to work two days later all stitched up and ready to kick more ass in the kitchen #same cook use to pop out back during a rush and power hit an american spirit #if you don't know american spirits are notoriously long lasting cigarets #and power hitting means smoking the whole cig in one long breath #that was my first restaurant job washing dishes there #wild experiences in restaurants absolutely wild

[wigglebox]

Suptober [Extended] - Day 20 || Domestic

#suptober extended 23 #destiel #destiel fanart #dean winchester #castiel #spnfanart #wiggleart #I was a little rushed with this one but in a perfect world I would have gotten more of their kitchen in lol #it was so hard trying to decide what domestic scene I wanted bc every single one is just adorable to me #however I just wanted it to be a meal time and have them humming and whistling the same tune idk #just a little slice of life drawing

[bunny-extract]

bestie I had things to do today. now I'm just thinking of feeding those big mfs with the full intention of bulking them up. with my cooking/baking skills it would not take long. (Source: friends with strongman types and do this for them willingly)

GOD them coming to you after their workout still dripping in sweat and telling you how good the place smells. Sitting together at the table and demolishing the whole spread you put out, moaning around their forks and lavishing you with praise. Watching them sink back into their seats with clean plates and hands resting over distended stomachs, wide smiles on their sleepy faces.

It's flattering how much they love your cooking. The praise, the adoration, the way they get a little sheepish asking if there's enough for second. The answer is always yes, you take good care to make enough to feed your personal army, but desert comes before seconds. It's tradition, and the cheesecake you'd made is sitting pretty in the fridge just for them.

Second tradition is that they help you clean, which is all the motivation you need to keep up this labor of love (as if the love wasn't enough). And it's not that your kitchen is the size of a broom closet or anything, but with all of them crammed in that space you're better off sitting back and admiring them work. Washing the dishes, wiping the counters, sweeping the floor. They brush and bump against each other the whole time, the ensuing and inevitable shoving match usually leading them to your couch, where they once again make the place look like a doll house.

They spread out on it like oversized dogs, leaving just enough room for you to squeeze in between. Everyone shuffles around until you're perfectly surrounded, keeping at least one hand on you at all times. Rubbing your feet, massaging your hand, stroking over your back until the combination of the heat, your full stomach and the soothing touches puts you to sleep. The hum of their quiet talking mistaken for the TV nobody bothered to turn on.

#They even come over early some nights with groceries in hand #set to hang around and help as needed while you prepare dinner in front of them #watching you bustle around the kitchen in your element. Having them smell the fresh herbs before you chop them #taste the sauce off your wooden spoon #watching their eyes light up as it comes together. #GAAAAHHHH #also sorry this is mad rushed i should not even be logged into tumblr on this coMPUTER HAH #i just #t h e m #you know #bunnywriting #also bestie how does it feel to be living my dream #im so jealous

[fizzytoo]

after dating for a year, adrien and rua have decided to take their relationship to the next level and move in together!

look at him, putty in adrien's hands 🫵🏽😫

#ts4 #ts4 gameplay #sims 4 gameplay #postcard legacy challenge #TIME SKIP #hehehhe :3 #i wanted to rush to meeting the family and having kids and old together part of them legacy bc i need it so so so bad #rua is so doe-eyed #how can you not love someone with big brown doe eyes #kissing in the kitchen in their pajamas 😫 #updated looks 👀👀👀how we feeling how we feeling #postcard: gen3 #i forgot to queue this last night so i’m posting it now 🫵🏽 #sim: adrien herrera #sim: rua kamealoha

[saycheeseovenist]

Crazy that Dr.Keh named his restaurant after hit song California gurls /j

#Happy April Fools #Sorry this was rushed #Dr.Keh #Dr Keh #good pizza great pizza #gpgp #ovenist #I keep getting reminded of this song everytime Keh-lifornia Pizza Kitchen is mentioned 😭

[abirddogmoment]

Special treat for a special boy 🥰

#dogblr #maverick #i took my parking lot photo and then put mav back in the car to go buy my donuts #and they saw me and asked if my dogs name was maverick and i was like yeah #and then i was like hey this is weird but can i bring him in to take a photo with the wall and they were (shockingly) totally fine with it #but mav was extremely interested in the kitchen and the people in the kitchen #so i had to rush and leash him back up so he didnt commit crimes #hes so funny #he got a honey cruller

[curi0uscreature]

* Okay malewife

#getting yer nails painted and cooking in the kitchen?? where’s the ring on yer finger. /j #And oh to be Shifty. Imagine yer gonna rush to a heist but you have to wait 10 mins fer yer bros mani-pani #he probably just leaves him at the last minute because of the holiday sales + crowds #cw htf #cw happy tree friends #trevor.txt #oatmeal thoughts

[definitely-ellie]

Tumblr girls: "Wow Ellie, I love it when you cook! You're so focused and intense in the kitchen. Love me a sweaty butch doing loving service. Its hot~" Me, having flashbacks:

#definitely ellie post #I know its hot. im dying here #fighting demons at the fry station #god is dead and i served him up large style for the lunch rush #I still have burn scars #I get so fucking hot in the kitchen its unreal. have to keep a fan on me the whole time #girlies who love sweaty trans dykes will love me and then realise that damn this bitch is too much

[inspiredlivingspaces]

IG parkandoakdesign

#kitchen #White Island #black and stained cabinets #rush stools #brass #chefs kitchen #interior design #vent hood

[ashpkat]

i wish we had more content of their summer b4 bronze year (based off this post)

#i have a headcanon tamara cannot cook and every time she steps into a kitchen something explodes #my boys:( #also idk what leg is calls fucked up one so i guessed #no bueno this was rushed but i think it’s cute #magisterium #the magisterium #callum hunt #aaron stewart #calron #the iron trial #the copper gauntlet #the bronze key

[running-in-the-dark]

kinda disappointed with how this weekend went. I mean, it wasn't bad! but it was our first weekend in the new apartment, and I/we wanted to get a lot done. I already did a lot during the week (a lot for me, not a lot for most people I guess), but there's lots of things that I can't do/can't do on my own, either because I'm too short or not strong enough or I need someone else to hold something or whatever. which realistically just won't get done during the week because my husband works full time, so. it sort of sucks that only one very small, unimportant thing got done. 😔

#like. there's no rush. not really. #I mean we do get our kitchen in two weeks so we'll have to have space to install it then lol #but other than that it's fine #except everyone constantly makes me feel like it isn't. #they're so judgmental and shitty about it #yeah it's chaotic and messy as hell. there's boxes everywhere. we've only found some of our kitchen stuff so we're mostly eating microwave #meals with plastic utensils. all of that stuff #so fucking what? it doesn't affect any of them! I wish they'd just stop commenting on it but they don't. #well. at least it's just over the phone now. I haven't seen my or my husband's family since we moved in and I'm not planning to anytime soon #precisely because they will not stop doing this no matter how I react to it #like in what world would that ever do anything good? it doesn't motivate me to get shit done any faster. because guess what? I'm already #going as fast as I can. #like. I've had (maybe still have) a middle ear infection and been on antibiotics all week and I still got so much done! that's good enough #and this part is fun to me! I like that nothing is finished and everything is possible and new and different #it does also stress me out but so far it mostly feels like an adventure #anyway. I'm just venting but seriously why is everyone I know irl so mean all the time?! #personal

[hella1975]

the closest ill ever get to being a pick me girl is the joy that fills me when the chefs at work so clearly favouritise me. like im there nicely cleaned up in my smart-casual uniform just a 20 year old waitress smiling my customer service smile and behind me spawns Scary Dog Privilege 10x in the form of several burly middle-aged chefs at least three of which have criminal records and would all stick a bread knife in someone for bothering me

#like it's really funny bc i worked HARD with back of house bc i knew my job would be significantly easier if they liked me #(it speeds your orders through. you can ask for things without being told to fuck off during a rush. they'll get you food on shift etc) #and also there's a stereotype especially in fancier places where floor staff look down on kitchen staff and i think that's shitty #so i was always going to be try with them and be nice but ALSO when i first started my job it was in a peak era so while these days #we're struggling a lot and have had to employ a lot of college kids that dont know what they're doing #when i joined it was all private school girls that would swan about the place very snootily. so the divide between front and back of hosue #was INTENSE when i joined. and there i was a little state school girlie and the chefs immediately recognised that #and took me under their wing. so even though the class angle doesnt exist so much anymore and theres majority state schoolers #im still very much in with the chefs in a way not many of the other floor staff are. and there's also the fact im not scared of them #like chefs ARE rude and a lot of them DONT like or even respect floor staff but i will GLADLY tell them to fuck off if i think it necessary #and that's a language they understand like ironically there's one chef that doesnt get on with ANY of the waitresses #(i talked about him on another post he's the soup one) but he likes me bc when he tried that rude dismissive act i told him to shove it #and now the other waitresses literally SEND ME TO TALK TO HIM when they have questions/want something bc they know he'll listen to me #and me and the head chef are besties and the one kp will talk OVER THE OTHER WAITRESSES' heads and completely blank them #so she can talk to me and it's all just really funny bc the kitchen staff LOVE me and that's not even me being arrogant #it's like a known thing at work that they love me and im just. a 20 year old 5'2 waitress with my little pearl necklace and blouse #and some tattooed ginger mohawked 6ft chef is there getting angry for me when i come in complaining about a table #or the kp that is literally on probation will give me a sticky toffee pudding and tell everyone to leave me the fuck alone LMAO #hella slaves to capitalism

[wildwood-faun]

poured raisin whiskey in my julmust with an apology to its teetotaler inventor. it works really well.

#cake is in the oven! kitchen needs more cleaning and bags need packing but honestly? tomorrow. #was gonna try to catch an early-ish train up north to avoid the rush but now i think i'll just take whatever train leaves after i'm ready #i'm beat #life of kit

[florbelles]

i walk upstairs to see how ken & mary are progressing with thanksgiving prep. they have not begun thanksgiving prep. there is no sign of impending thanksgiving prep. we are hosting and responsible for everything. i am unsurprised but take psychic damage nonetheless.

#another 5am thanksgiving kitchen destroying rush it is.

[rugbuggk]

I wonder how does Seras celebrate Pip’s birthday.. like, imagine having your husband attached to you so every surprise you want to make for him ends in “I promise I didn’t look in your mind this time!” Because he completely “guessed” his birthday cake flavor.

And then she realizes he doesn’t really need cake, but Pip eats it anyways and both of them end up with a tummy ache.

#hellsing #hellsing ultimate #seras victoria #pip bernadotte #do familiars even eat cake #I mean seras doesn’t do it either but she would totally bake pip a cake #in a pastel blue apron with her uniform covered in blood because she rushed to the kitchen #oh god my heart #bernaseras