FINAL PAPER ON CAF
SRV 438 Menu Planning & Design
Are you the person who likes to know where you can eat for any type of occlusal? Do
you just want a nice wonderful, peaceful, elegant place to eat breakfast, lunch, dinner and even
SRV 347 SANITATION & SAFETY
Do you ever wonder why we have so many programs just to run a good business, because
I always do. Well its your lucky day in this final paper I will be talking about personal h
Soup du jour
Daily chefs creation $6
Tomatoes, cucumbers, black olives, baby
spinach, feta cheese, garlic croutons with
shallots, olive oil and red wine vinegar $10
French onion soup
Classic topped with gruyere $8
HORS D OEUVR
He has had a relationship, and it was awful, and now he will never need to have one again, because he has proven himself
incapable of being in one. His time with Caleb has confirmed everything he feared people would think of him, of his body,
and his next
What? he asks, surprised.
These tennis accidents, Andy says, are they actuallysomething else? Are you throwing yourself down stairs or
against walls, or something? He takes a breath. I know you used to do that when you were a kid. Are you doing it again?
advantage of his turned back to inch, wormlike, to the hallway bathroom. He wants to go to the bedroom to get more
aspirin out of his bag, but its too far, and he instead waits in the doorway on his knees until Caleb turns toward the stove
again before cr
He is dressed and waiting on the sofa in the living room, pretending to read a brief, when Caleb returns. He cant tell what
kind of mood hes in, but hes generally mild after his runs, even indulgent.
I sliced some of the leftover steak, he tells him. Do y
as he was leaving, And dont think were not going to discuss your cutting! because he was cutting himself more since
he had begun seeing Caleb.
Back on Greene Street, he parked in the short driveway preceding the buildings garage and was fitting his key in
isnt misshapen, isnt a sadist. Nothing being done to him now is something that hasnt been
done to him beforehe reminds himself of this again and again.
One weekend at the end of September, he drives out to Calebs friends house in
Bridgehampton, which Cale
He knew from the moment he entered the apartment that he shouldnt have comehe could see that Caleb was in a
terrible mood and could feel how the very air was hot and stagnant with his anger. Caleb had finally moved into a building in
the Flower District,
SRV 347 Sanitation & Safety
Instructor: Alberta Thrash
Food Safety Management
This paper will cover a food safety management program that will address the basic
operational and sanitation conditions withi
then, drawing close behind, sirens, smashing, the odor of flame. The faster she and Mercer
pushed, the more the sidewalk jolted the cart, until it almost seemed the body inside was
stirring. There have been periodic pauses, too, to bicker. But now there i
circumstances. Our typewriters downtown are all electric. Not to speak of how hard it is to reach a judge at, what is it
now, quarter to twelve? So lets say in the spirit of civic cooperation you show me and my partner the fastest way up to the
. A gilded rhombus flaring redly into view.
Tell me what youre seeing up there, calls a voice from the trapdoor behind him. Nothing, he has to
admit. Im seeing nothing.
Theres no such thing as nothing, kid. Tell me what you see. Charlie levels his faint b
Now count, damn you, she says, bearing down again. Dont stop until I say.
Her bosom is only six inches from his huge shoulders, his arms bursting like prize hams from the sleeves of a too-small
gown. Among the tattoos is a swastika she pretends not to see
Wednesday night is generally the weeks slowest, and right now most of the physicians are finishing up dinner in
Westchester. As with the cops, many will be called back to the city in the course of the next few hours. Theyll form little
agonistic clots in
hospital gown is coming apart at the back, revealing inky claws or wings that ascend the
vertebrae to the neck and skull. This must be the man who shot her, Fantine realizesthe
Kneesocks Killer, come back to finish the job. His hands continue their strang
He leads the way to the back steps, and then up, floor by floor, awaiting the painfully slow climb of the inspector, who
still hogs the light. The interiors it skims seem distorted, as in a body reduced to its skeleton. Sooty floorboards, crumbling
He watched William closely as the lid made its little puff of air and the
tissue paper crinkled back. A coat. William tried to muster an
exclamation point, but stating the name of the gift, everyone knew, was
what you did when you were disappointed.
were an unfinished self-portrait and a full-length mirror, turned sideways to parallel the bed.
Embarrassingly, he sometimes caught William looking at the mirror when they were in flagrante,
but it was one of those things Mercer knew he wasnt supposed to
impose, but maybe I could leave this with you? She approached to
place something on the desk, and as she retreated a little pain rippled
through him. Out of the great silent sea that was Williams past, a mast
had appeared, only to tack back toward the hor
Love, as Mercer had heretofore understood it, involved huge gravitational fields of duty and
disapproval bearing down on the parties involved, turning even small-talk into a ragged
struggle for breath. Now here was this person who might not r
Then again, its a different city now, or people want different things. The bushes that
screened hand-to-hand transactions in Union Square are gone, along with the
payphones youd use to dial your dealer. Yesterday afternoon, when I walked over there
changed: the conversion from commercial to residential had been
slapdash, probably illegal, and had left a powdered industrial residue
impacted between the floorboards. No matter how you scrubbed, a hint
of cloying peppermint remained.
The freight elevato
blast of cold December air and the sounds of the street. The night manager shutting the doors behind
them, leaving little evidence that the white people had ever been there except for an unfulfilled two-drink,
Now where the fuck was I
This traffic-court jester did more than tell jokes; he plucked out your subconscious and beat you silly
with it, not until you were unrecognizable, but until you were recognizable. One night a white couple
strolled into the club, two hours after doors ope
Everyone was suffering from them this winter. Supposedly it was from a lack of butter and fat,
but Isabelle knew it was caused by cold weather and socks full of holes and shoes that were coming
apart at the seams.
She wanted to start a fireached for even
but a littlewhen Rachel had gotten pregnant with Ari. There was joy for
Rachel and a thread of envy. No, she said. She lifted her chin slowly,
looked her best friend in the eyes. I have something to tell you.
Vianne drew in a breath. Do you remember
The winter of 1940 was the coldest anyone could remember. Snow fell day
after day, blanketing the trees and fields; icicles glittered on drooping tree
And still, Isabelle woke every Friday morning, hours before dawn, and
distributed her terroris