Monday for lunch, Kristen with a K and I took new hire Jason to lunch. We went to High Street Pub because one, it’s close and B, I like their veggie burgers.
So we sat down, waited an appropriate amount of time to get noticed by the waiter and ordered. “Veggie burger please.”
Our waiter sat down beside us, the expression he was sporting was looking bad for me and my tasty burger. “We don’t have veggie burgers. You see, they’re re-working their plant so there are no veggie burgers right now. And no Boca Burgers either. Everyone is buying those up so they’re off the shelves. So…”
“So no veggie burger.”
“Yeah. Sorry.”
So I ended up with a hummus plate, but still. No veggie burgers? I was distraught!
Of course I called my mom the next day. “Mom, no veggie burgers!”
She told me that it happens, that the factory sets the same footprint, making x amount of one product before resetting for the next product, but if supplies happen to run out before it’s set back to that original product, people have to go without or learn to make them from scratch.
I told her I’d had a dream that I’d gone to the High Street Pub and showed the Chef there how to make the veggie burgers we made as kids. She laughed and said they’d probably taste a lot better. “You made a good burger,” she said.
I love my mom.
She’s the only person I know that laughs at the idea of me cooking in my sleep.