As the car swept around the corner a little too hastily, the lady in the passenger seat tried to counterbalance the roasting tin on her knees, in an attempt to keep the olive oil and oregano from sloshing over the sides and rendering her trousers and the car seat an oily mess. She tutted when she saw she had failed.
Her boss stopped abruptly in the driveway to her rented house and shook her head. “No, can`t use this oven, my landlord is there and I`m embarrassed” She reversed the car out of the driveway and headed back to the restaurant.
Reluctantly, the lady in the passenger seat sighed and uttered quietly, “Ok, I know where we can take it”
She gave her boss instructions of where to drive to. Pulling her house keys out of her pocket, she led her boss to the black gate of her village home, which her long term tenants visited regularly, but fortunately, at this moment, were absent.
The tray, carrying the chicken and potatoes ready for roasting, was successfully placed in the oven and they departed. Two hours later, the retrieved “dish of the day” was served at the restaurant. Little did the clients know that their dinner was so well traveled.
Even the waitress knew that in order to run a restaurant successfully and be able to prepare the food on the menu, that sufficient gas cylinders are crucial. (Tongue in cheek)
Special thanks to the Barkers, for their unbeknownst to them, participation in just one of the small dramas experienced last year.