All in all, it was quick and painless. A lot of the things we worry about tend to turn out that way, with the anticipation being the worst of it. I was expecting the health department inspector this afternoon, with her visit intended to give the kitchen a final once-over to determine readiness to serve up some lunch.
Truthfully, I didn’t think there would be any problems with the equipment or the kitchen. The freezer is up on casters as required, and the brand new refrigerator is chilling away at a steady 35-degrees. I’m proud enough of it all to snap a picture and upload it. As someone who truly enjoys cooking, it’s a pleasure to have a nice shiny place to do a little work. Today was the test of whether it could get off the starting line, and knowing I’ve got time and money invested in the outcome of the visit, I’ll admit to having been a little antsy.
It’s that lead-up time that allows the twinges of anxiety.
Makes me recall those radio days, when I’d have to introduce an act on stage, sometimes bound up in a tuxedo. I’d never eat beforehand, and if anyone asked I’d always blame the tux and my propensity for spilling food down my shirt. Actually, it had more to do with nervous tension – even after having done such introductions over the course of years and years.
But once I eventually stepped out onto the stage, everything was calm inside. Years ago, I was to introduce jazz pianist Ramsey Lewis at the Greenwood Jazz Festival and – unbelievably – he appeared to be visibly nervous. I would have figured a seasoned pro like Mr. Lewis would consider the Tulsa appearance almost small potatoes.
It was just a few minutes before the scheduled start of his set and he kept glancing at his watch. He was clearly discomfited.
I mentioned to him what a great-looking watch he was wearing, and he spent a good minute or so pointing out the features. He’d barely pulled his cuff down over it again when they signaled me to head to the microphone. Inspecting that watch worked wonders for the both of us. Once I called his name and the applause began, I turned and watched as he stepped onto the stage. There was nothing of nervousness in his look. He was in his element and ready to go.
The health department visit lasted less than ten minutes.
A quick inspection of the equipment, a couple of questions about how things would be done – typical food safety related questions. They were basic things about the practical operation rather than quizzing my knowledge of food safety.
I won’t name her here, but the inspector is strictly business, but exceedingly professional and courteous enough to take the edge off. The Tulsa City-County Health Department could do well with a full complement of sanitarians just like her.
Final verdict?
Passed the test.
Now, the final planning for lunch service can get underway. Watch for something delicious, coming soon to a McHuston’s book store near you (that is to say, on Main Street in Broken Arrow!).
