Surviving with the Staff - Meet Fabian, the cook

This is Fabian, the cook...named after the teen idol of the 1950's

Just like teenage girls were won over by Fabian's sweet melodies, I too have been won over by this Fabian's sweet, sweet carrot cake and oatmeal cookies

This morning I slept late and woke up without an appetite...probably my stomach shutting down in preparation for all those bacteria I ingested while brushing my teeth with tap water the night before. When I went downstairs....yes I have to get dressed and fix my hair to go downstairs so the staff won't see me in my usual state of morningnesss...Fabian the cook was broken hearted that I didn't want an omelet or at least some toast. I had to tell him that he could boil some water for tea and that was about all I wanted. I really felt like I let him down, so I told him I would eat a large meal for lunch. A few hours later I come down to the dining room table (yes we eat in the dining room because the staff hang out in the kitchen and it wouldn't do to hang there too.) A plate heaping with fried shrimp and french fries was waiting for me and yes I ate every bite because I didn't want to disappoint Fabian again. The kitchen is now his domain, and I'm okay with that...hey, what kitchen? The main thing I needed a kitchen for anyway was a place to put down my purse. Now that I don't have a domain, I will just carry it around until I figure out where I belong. Meanwhile, I must go...Fabian is calling and dinner is ready.