When I worked as a pastry chef apprentice my boss would listen to Art Bell when we went in at 1-2 AM to start baking muffins and shit for the complimentary Continental breakfast at the resort/condo complex/assisted living place I worked at.
Served 200-300 people a day off-season. 1000+ on season.
If I had not messed up my mixing shoulder working chocolate and the like I’d still be baking. It feels good to feed people.
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Is anything interesting in that file? I was hoping for some revelations about Mel’s hole.
No, it’s all about weird stalkers and death threats that Art received and contacted the FBI about.
