If you ask very nicely I will sell you a Chicken Skin Cannoli this week. It is not on the menu. It's just a little homage to Portage, where I first learned all this cooking bullshit.
Somewhere out there Caleb and Vuong are smiling down on me. Caleb is smiling because he is stoned, and will start singing "Caleb's on a va-ca-tion far a-way!" if you try to talk to him. Vuong is smiling because he has thought of a particularly good insult regarding my appearance/skill level/insecurities/etc.
The important part is that they are smiling. Focus on that.
Or focus on the cannoli, which Vuong's wife would have hated, and stormed out of the kitchen saying something like, "Why the fuck can't you guys ever make a normal dessert? You made soup out of the strawberries and creme brulee out of the god damned beets! What is wrong with you two?" to which Caleb and I would have glanced at the ice cream maker spinning chicken skin and heavy cream into a salty/sweet semi-solid and then grinned at each other.
In a professional kitchen one must make their own fun, as well as their own desserts.
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