My New Boyfriend(s)

Chef Cesar asked me to make tuxedo strawberries today.  They were going to be plated at a banquet tonight, along with a few other desserts. Chef described how to make them, and said he wanted white tuxedos because there was already chocolate brown happening on the other desserts. 


I promptly said no. 


There is no chance I am making bad 70's prom tuxedos. Not gonna happen. I told Chef there would be classy gentlemen or none at all. He decided to retaliate by saying white tuxedos are classy, as that is what gentlemen wear at casinos in Europe. 


"What country are we in Chef? America? Thought so. Don't worry, they'll be all ready for the banquet in their nice BLACK tuxedos."


Chef looked at me, stuttered a few times, and walked away.  


And so I made my classy gentlemen.

Meet Bond. Berry, Bond.


Chef grudgingly approved, which was nice, though Beyonce's assessment was far greater.


"Who needs a boyfriend when you've got a tray of fine gentlemen right there?!"