Today I worked as a “chef wrangler” for the OPB television production of Oregon Cooks!, hosted by Ken Hoyt and Claudine P?pin. Wrangling essentially meant that if a chef needed assistance with anything from unloading their car to getting prepped on the set, I was there to back them up. There were four of us working as wranglers (including me), and the handoffs between us were so seamless it looked like it was choreographed.
I pushed carts. I wiped counters. I fetched containers. I ran up and down the stairs between the studio and the pledge kitchen at least a dozen times. I moved salads onto the set between breaks. I escorted chefs to makeup. I packed and unpacked crates of food.
And I loved every minute of it.

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Portland Bloggers met last night at Backspace; the new venue went over well and I’m pretty sure the move is going to be permanent. We ordered three pizzas and they disappeared in nothing flat. Besides, it makes sense for us to be meeting in a geek-friendly environment.
Next stop was Canita with Doug, Denise, Kris, and Jasper for a mojito and dancing to the Cuban band. Wow! Music so infectious you couldn’t help but dance. I think I’ve gotten Les to agree to take dance lessons with me, too! Would love to be able to take the floor and have a much better idea of what I’m doing.
Needed a break so we secured a patio table at Capt. Ankeny’s. No sooner had the pitchers arrived when word reached us there would a fritter eating contest two doors down at Voodoo Doughnut. I dashed over there, manuevering around the camera crew from PDXposed for a good shot of the action. I have video of the contest from my phone, but I still need to figure out how to transfer my phone video format to something viewable on my PC.
My most commonly uttered phrase that evening? “It is *such* a small town!” (but I mean that in a good way.)