no pictures anymore… no time…. you see, i’d love to tell you all about the difficulties at work, about the terrible night we had saturday night, about the reasons for our problems and the inside story, but it is all too complicated a tale to spin… we’ve got new people training, we’ve got old timers with schedule requests, we’ve got advantages and disadvantages to working the day shift and the night shift. we’ve got a full time pizza maker out with a broken bone and no firm return date, we’ve got the medieval faire bringing in lots of extra customers on saturdays, we’ve got a new pepsi machine that loves to eat our ice, we’ve got a cash register that doesn’t work without register tape, we’ve got a run on gluten free pizzas… there’s too many things all converging to create the beast that is satchel’s to try and unwind for the gentle reader… and if you knew how difficult it all was to weave and how many problems arise to try and stop us, it may make you wonder how the pie can taste so good. maybe it’s because of the obstacles that the pizza emerges as the prize of our efforts… but i used to have photos twice a week. i used to have a good story at least once in a while. now i have a long list of projects at home and at work keeping me away from this blog. you might have read that recently i got a TV for the first time in over 20 years… when i surf around to the channels i end up spending an hour here or there looking for something worth watching… and even when i watch what i love most of all, politics, i am left with an empty feeling like i am obsessed watching a dog chase its tail… i don’t want to contribute to this sea of info that takes you nowhere… mostly i am afraid that the blog is that. i’d rather be drawing a new menu back, writing for my new book, painting or eating or sleeping or drinking water.
you see, the pictures i include are hooks to keep you looking. the pictures may hook you in to read but without pics it’s just a bunch of rambling. and then it seems like i vent a lot, talk about how difficult it is, running the restaurant. i need to return when i have something to say, something worth saying. otherwise i am contributing to all the mounds of useless, boring, information-less information. it’s like the food that most restaurants run through the flavor extractor… i can’t talk about my personal life. i can’t give you details about the people i work with. i probably shouldn’t tell you all my opinions on politics. i am left with telling you a few things:
1. the pies are looking awesome and we are rocking g-ville out with some killer pizzas.
2. i had a hard night and i burnt a couple calzones and i didn’t mean to do it but i was so stressed out at the time and dealing with about a million other things and well, please forgive me and keep eating at satchel’s.
and 3. running this place is really hard and i must be getting old and how can it get any busier and i wish i could tell you the whole story.
you can get all the spicy details in my new book, The Pizza Machine, expected to be out in hardback edition sometime in 2050.