Normally, I’m the last to get a dirty joke. Normally, I’m the last to TELL a dirty joke. I, however, have clearly been cooped up for too long as my last two encounters with the chef I work with left me giggling like a twelve year old boy. I think that I am now the proud owner of a dirty mind. Crap.
I have to send out menus as part of my regular duties. Many times our chef, love his heart, just can’t spell to save his life. For instance, we recently had “camel” sauce on ice cream and “chicken beets” for an entrée. So. I proof the hell out of his menus.
This particular day the menu consisted of “root beer float wet nuts and cherries.” Immediately, I get the giggles. I assume he means WITH nuts, not wet nuts. So I go solicit the wisdom of a trusted coworker and she gets the giggles too. Wet nuts. Neither of us had a clue what the poor chef was talking about….. I brilliantly determine we should google it, but then realize quickly that I love my job and I don’t want to be dismissed for looking at porn. So, we left it be. For days, I’d walk by her office and whisper WET NUTS. Or we’d have a bad moment and I’d say aw…wet nuts. We had a lot of belly laughs over this.
Then we went to the event…..and passed by a table…. of wet nuts. Turns out? They are just nuts in syrup. Or at least that’s what my mom called them. But then again, she’d never utter the phrase wet nuts.
Strike 1: Your girl here immediately leaps to conclusions.
The same wet nuts coworker? Well, we were in my office…which is incidentally next to the kitchen. Invariably I hear weird noises, thumps and bangs. However today, we hear a consistent beating sound. Thump-thump-thump-thump…. rhythmic and sustained. After a few minutes, I decide to go get water and investigate said sound.
I enter the kitchen and see chef with a mallet. He’s pounding out the beef entrée for the night.
Me: So YOU are the one that’s making so much noise! Goodness Chef, I can hear you through my wall. (I laugh.)
Chef: What!? I’m beatin’ my meat!
Me: pause – look stunned/shocked
Chef: look of awareness crosses his face; I’m pretty sure I saw his eyes flash an “oh hell did I just say that???” followed by an awkward silence
Me: awkward silence…start to back away, willing myself not to giggle
Chef: What? Shit. Damn. Um… I …. Um… Leave me alone!
Me: Ok! Have a great day!
I ran-walked back to my office, without the water I went to get. I shared Chef’s comment with the coworker, and we both laughed until we cried. Come on. Don’t judge. You are so giggling over beatin’ my meat. You know it!!!
Strike 2: I tried to be good and I still couldn’t help but laugh.
So. Moral of the story? Wet Nuts and Beatin Meat. Not always what you think they mean….. sometimes it’s just delicious ice cream toppings and a necessary step in beef Braciole.