18 - New Hire
“Where did you find him?” Henry asked in a puzzled voice.
The chef had propped his elbow against the workplan, his ladle propped mid-air over the pot of warming bouillabaisse.
He had been distracted this morning, and his shirt sleeve had taken fire from the front burner of the Thermidor. Only Rob’s quick action with the extinguisher hose had saved the restaurant. Josh had rushed as well, his brow and scalp beaded with sweat. It had taken several seconds for his heart to return to a normal beat, while the young man and the cook examined the damages.
The scent of fresh-cut garlic mixed with the saffron and potatoes suffused the kitchen with a hefty dose of simple earthly happiness that Josh wished his grandad had known. He had done well, so well, - was it only two days befo
