Food cart in my city play an important roll in my everyday eating habits. So one of my favorite carts took pity on my lack of financial situation, I jump at the chance to dive back into my food service skills. 5 years ago I used to work at a small mom and pop bakery. Well that is until mom cheated on pop, then it just turned into a pop bakery. But I loved it. I loved that the sassier I was, the more tips I got. I loved that I worked with my best friend and I would wear a tshirt that said “We’ve got the best Muffs in town”. Those were the good old days.

I showed up to work and started prep cooking for the cart. We listened to lemonheads, joked with the costumers. Got tips and I ate a lot a lot of food. I only burnt my finger once. Starting my day at 9 ending it at 4 with some under the table cash and tips, plus a full stomach. It was a good day.