I run a small food business, so the danger zone is not my pantry—it’s the ten steps between the prep counter and the pastry case. This morning I cut a quiche and one slice came out ugly, kind of collapsed.
Old me would’ve called that a chef’s tax and eaten it over the sink before service. Today I put it in the staff box, wiped the counter, and moved on.
About ten minutes later I noticed I hadn’t circled back for it. That tiny gap made me tear up, honestly.
Not because I’m perfect—I still taste soups with a spoon and not a ladle, and some days the smell of bacon wins. But the ragged slice stayed put.
For anyone else working around food: what’s one bite you managed to leave alone this week?