Some years ago my daughter and I hired a professional chef to work my husband’s surprise 50th birthday party. Chef came to the house , prepped the appetizers, salads, and hors d’ouvres, and ─to my husband’s horror ─ ran the bar-b-que. The party was a dancing-under-the-stars success. I highly recommend the idea.
But what does this have to do with Cuba, you ask.
We’ve just returned from an end of April/beginning of May vacation at the Sol Rio De Luna Y Mares resort in Holguin, where we arrived to record-breaking heat following a very long dry spell. I couldn’t be in the pool or cooling off in the coastal waters often enough. It didn’t last. They say the rainy season begins in May and true to form, on May Day we donned our hoodies and hunkered in the lobby to wait out a torrential downpour. Nothing to do but eat, drink, chat, and people-watch.
Because my museum keeper’s eye is always on the lookout for a treasure to add to my millinery collection, I began to wonder about the possibility of acquiring a chef’s hat. And here it is:
And if you spot an off-duty chef wearing a Saskatchewan Rough Riders t-shirt, that’s my guy.