It has occcurred to me, as I've just finished off some work here at my desk , just now, that today pretty much represents a typical day, when, of neccessity I get to deal with a wide range of stuff - all background - just to ensure the smooth running of the business.
Last nite I sat down with good friends who were dining in the restaurant ( and celebrating 20 years in their flooring business), and we got joined by other friends, and Rick, once he'd finished mains, and it was all very pleasant , and not terribly like hard work at all.
I would hate you to think that that is what owning a restaurant comprises of, all the time though! Far from it - thats just the occasional treat that comes our way, when people we know very well are in dining- and we have enough staff on, for us to be able to retreat to the background.
Today for instance, I've so far:
-unpacked deliveries of wine
-opened the mail, and sorted the bills into weekly, monthly and direct credit piles.
-chased up a company that sent Sauvignon Blanc instead of the requested Chardonnay
-chased up another company that hasn't delivered as yet wine I need for a function early next week
-dealt with some phone messages regarding cookschools
-made a coffee
-greeted lunch time customers as they arrived, but left the actual table service to Rhonda
-answered screeds of emails
-sent out the cookschool cards for those who have booked
-finished off a couple of quotes for weddings next year
-gone over requirements for hireage of crockery etc for a large outcatering wedding we have coming up in 3 weeks
-spent a frustrating couple of hours drawing up the Tasting Sheets for the Masterclasses that Juliet Harbutt is taking here next week. Frustrating becos I understand virtually nothing of the intracacies of 'Word', and have kept hitting the wrong key, and had all sorts of strange configurations occur. I normally leave that sort of thing to Lynne at Simpson Print, who's ability to make light of anything I throw at her, is a constant source of amazement to me. Quite why I didn't get my act together earlier enough to pass this job on to her as well, I'm not sure. Maybe my subconscious thought that someone who could write a blog, could also master 'Word". Hmm...
I need some input from my daughters to show me how to encase what I've done in a grid, and one of them is kayaking on the Kaituna, and the other is out on the bike with Rick, so I'm going to have to wait.
There are 12 cheeses for everyone to try in these classes - ranging from Italian, to French to New Zealand - and we matching them with a riesling, sauvignon blanc, merlot, and pinot noir - so its going to be alot to absorb- physically and mentally!- but will hopefully prove very enlightening. Certainly, we've found the process of sourcing the cheeses that Juliet has wanted , to have lead us to some interesting people, with contacts that we'll be able to use in an ongoing context with the restaurant. So all good.
And just to prove that it is an incredibly small world - I caught up with an old university friend, who now lives in County Galway in Ireland, and who was passing thru on his way to his sisters wedding in the Hawkes Bay. We poured over a map of Ireland, becos we're planning on spending a meagre 3 days there at the end of our French trip later this year, so we can get to visit the esteemed cookschool, Balleymaloe, and hopefully also Cafe Paradiso, the owners of which we've met. M. showed me where the places I needed to know were on the map - which helps give me some some sense of relativelty to airports and distances. And then last nite I took a phonecall from a lady with a delightful Irish brogue who is in the country for a short period, and wanted to come and do a stint of work experience in our kitchen. Shes just finished her chefs training at Balleymaloe, of all places, and is heading back to Ireland, after her holiday, to work in the affiliated restaurant, Balleymaloe House. All proving that the world is not a very big place, and there can be all sorts of delicious coincidences. Shes going to come and spend some time in the kitchen, and we sincerely hope she gets to enjoy it!
But now I need to take some overripe avocados down to our pigs; give the dogs a chance to burn off some energy, rushing around the orchard, and then get ready to head over to the restaurant for evening service. Its Friday nite, and we are full , which means we'll have 4 staff on the floor and me on the desk - and which also means that I get to sidle away before the end of the night. I'll come home to my daughters and my dogs, and the last chapter of Alan Bennetts 'Untold Stories" - a book I haven't wanted to put down.