So I am home. My first shift as a chef. Probably my last. I prepared a zillion salmon on toasts, cheese biscuits, and arrancini, whilst at the same time noting the large (caged) Boa Constrictor a foot to my right. I then noticed a plastic tub by my salmon which I presumed to be some sort of garnish. It was, in fact 2 dead, part defrosted mice. Mr Constrictor’s dinner.
The hostess came in, put one of the mice on a side plate and popped it into the Aga.
I then had the pleasure of watching (after said mouse had reached body temp in the oven) my first ever snake-eat-mouse-whole experience. All whilst adding a dainty slice of pickled cucumber to the salmon canapes. I am sure there may have been a few snakes at this high flying canape party, but I saw a real one.
What a night. I loved it, even though I produced lines and lines of canapes like something from the army. Chefs, I salute you.
