Tuesday, June 26, 2001

It was a surprise to learn that I once smelled like lettuce. We were having a discussion about how working in food-related establishments leads to taking the aura of what is served. Kindly, all those years ago I was spared the knowledge. It was when I was filling in as garde-manger at a not very tony spot in a well-known mountainous honeymoon destination. I was recalling how some kids always smelled like onions or frying meat when I was clued in about myself. I suppose I should be grateful that I didn't smell like pancakes.


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