Natasha the newt
here to tell you what it is like working with Steve the salamander on his
cooking show. When I applied for a job
on the crew of the show, I had no idea I would end up marrying the cook. I started in makeup, then after a while there
I moved to prep, getting everything ready for the show. Then later moved of to working the lights,
then did the sound, then editing, the working with the camera. We never had a catering service provide
meals for the crew of the show, Steve always fed us what he was making. Steve had a habit of calling one of the crew
members up to cook with him, or to cook something all their own. I later found out this habit started when his
mom ran the show. Steve was very easy to
get along with, and still is. Steve is
always open to try new things, rather it's a cooking idea, or lighting, or a
way to present the show. Steve tries to
stay up to date on the latest food trends, video tech, sound systems, lighting
systems, or anything else that might help the show.
No matter how hard you try mistakes
will happen. One time Steve was baking
something then got caught up in doing something else, forgetting about the oven
until we saw black smoke pouring out.
Thankfully the was no fire, but the dish was ruined. Then there was one time Steve had just
finished backing and decorating this beautiful cake. A crew member went to place it on a back
table for all of us to enjoy. That crew
member tripped over a cord, and the cake went flying, landed on top of my head,
I had cake all over me. Then there was
the time a crew member was showing Steve how to make something. They turned the mixer on to high, Stuff went
flying all over the set. Then there was
the time I was helping Steve. Dummy me
was standing to close to the stove, caught my apron of fire. Nothing major, it was quickly put out, with
no injuries had.
I could go on and on, but that is
enough for now. As time went on Steve
and I stared dating. A relationship grew
and we became a couple. finally enough time
went by, and our relationship kept growing, and he asked me to marry him.
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