A Couple of Firsts at Mission Point

We lucked into a catering gig one Saturday around lunchtime.  It was a one year old's birthday party at Mission Point Park, right across the river from OB.  The lady who booked us (the baby's mom) was a District Attorney in San Diego, so Kate & I were on our best behavior.

Mission Point Park has a large grass area & a nice parking lot which made our setup & break down easy.  The D.A. picked four different Cheezers for us to keep pumping out over the three hour window we were out there.  Around fifty friends & family showed up to the party & she paid us ahead of time.

The D.A's dad approached me while I was making Cheezers on the griddle.

"Excuse me.  Could you make me a grilled cheese on this gluten-free bread?" he asked holding two of the smallest slices of bread I'd ever seen.

"Uh, sure," I said.  

What could I say?  I couldn't tell him to piss off.  The D.A. could have my ass thrown into county lockup with one phone call.

"Which sandwich did you want?"  I pointed at the four cards with the names & descriptions of the sandwiches on the front table.

"Zach Daddy."

So, I stacked up the Roast Beef, Salami, Pepper Jack, Cheddar, Monterey Jack & Pepperoncinis on to the tiny crackers.  When it was done, Kate didn't even cut it, because that was impossible.  The bread was that small!

Aside from that little hiccup, the event went smoothly.  The D.A. gave us a fat tip & we packed up the Ford Escape & drove straight out to Burning Beard in El Cajon for a 3-8pm shift.

Gluten-free bread.  What a waste of time.