hindsight

i'm not quite sure if i have blogged about her before or not, but there was a rather large, useless individual [which one?] at my externship site.  one afternoon, during my final weeks at the facility, fatalie [names have been changed to protect the ignorant] was tasked to make the pizzas for the employee dining area. she needed an instrument to ladle the sauce onto the pre-made crusts and asked me to get her a "spoodle".  i stopped, checked my hard drive for a hot minute, came up with nothing and responded with, "what the fuck is a spoodle?" and she kind of scoffed at me, and explained to me, as if i were a small child, what a fucking spoodle is.

WELL, a couple of days ago, my management professor was talking to us about cost control techniques of different chain restaurants in controlling product usage, and she brought pizza hut up as an example. she informed us that pizza hut had a utensil, exclusive to them, which not only measures out the precise amount of sauce needed, but is shaped to distribute the sauce as quickly and efficiently as possible- this utensil, my friends, is called a spoodle. 

HOW FOOLiSH OF ME NOT TO BE VERSED iN THE FiNE DiNiNG PRACTiCES OF PiZZA HUT. i go to the culinary institute of america. i am from new jersey. i don't fuck with spoodles and i don't fuck with pizza hut. i get my pizza from dirty eyetalians, and my utensil of choice is a wooden spoon. not a fucking spoodle. fat idiot.