A Recipe For Disaster
A dish best served cold.
My uncle was proud of his chosen métier
when working as a chef in a top restaurant.
As a disciple of Georges Auguste Escoffier
he knew that good food was very important
to the rich patrons who frequented the place.
He’d have prepared the best gourmet fare
and urged the slow staff to keep up the pace.
To hear him shout “ça marche” wasn’t rare.
He had sex appeal and boyish good looks,
married the daughter of the eatery’s owner,
an expert accountant looking after the books
who everyone thought was shy and a loner.
She wasn’t pretty but he couldn’t care less
because he realised that she was the key
to his advancement and eventual success:
a wealthy tycoon was what he wanted to be.
Ambitious selfishness had gone to his head
and thought of his wife as a bargaining chip.
That she resented this can be taken as read
but all the time she kept a stiff upper lip.
When her father died she inherited the lot,
closed the place down; dismissed the staff.
Divorce and severance is all that he got
and now is a cook in a workmen’s caff.
© Luigi Pagano 2017
Ha,Ha, well written.My grandson was a trained chef while he did not have quite the same experience, he gave up the unpredictable job in the catering trade to become a builder, enjoying every minute of his life.,.(fresh air and more convenient hours).I enjoyed your submission Luigi,,be lucky, Peter.
Your grandson was wise enough to choose an alternative occupation, Peter.
The hapless chef, whose experience I recounted, was not so clever and suffered the consequence of his actions.
Thanks for stopping by.
Thanks for the smile…amusing, hope it’s not true
Glad you found this amusing, Potleek. It is all a product of my imagination.
Best, Luigi.
Loved this tale of comeuppance mate, most amusing.
Thanks for letting me know, Tony.
Cheers.
Well I wasn’t expecting that ending, Luigi! Nice twist. Well written
Always expect the unexpected, Eira.
Thanks for reading and commenting.
Luigi x.