just a bag of meat and teeth, delivered accidentally
found after the lunch rush, disposed of the only way a chef knows how (deep-fried and microwaved)

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We got the bag on a monday, when the shipment comes in.  In the morning, I'm usually busy prepping fruit for the lunch rush, also frying chips and basically setting the scene for the awkward but somehow beautiful ballet that will ensue.  Mondays have been busier than usual, for no reason, and nobody's happy about it.  We're closed on sundays but there's usually a catering job to do, so it's basically a workday.  Monday used to be our light day.

Anyway, we got the bag right about noon on that monday.  We usually get deliveries then for some asinine reason, like we're not an active kitchen.  There are only two chefs working there at any given time and we don't have the time to sign off everything delivered.  We're lucky if we get everything under refrigeration in time.  Keith, my head chef, took over my station as I stacked everything up in the outdoor walk-in.  We work in a tiny kitchen and our walk-in fridge is an isolated unit that sits in the parking lot.  Our freezer is a reach-in unit in a trailer home which is our dry storage.  Occasionally the meat market next door lets us store stuff in their deep freeze.  It was when I was loading up stuff in the fridge that I noticed the bag.

I'm perfectly familiar with what we normally order, and everything goes into its rightful place: there usually aren't any surprises.  But this was just a frozen bag of meat... and teeth?  It would have to thaw out before I could figure out what the hell it was.  But I was in a hurry so I just left it to thaw in the walk-in; it was lunch-time after all.

It turned into a three pineapple day.  In the morning, I cut up one pineapple to garnish the plates, and usually one is good enough to last until we close.  If we have to cut up more pineapples on the fly, that's how we judge how busy it is.  Three pineapple days kick you in the ass but make you feel alive.  Keith claims he worked a FOUR pineapple lunch by himself one time, just drunk as hell on Dewar's and trying not to kill the waitstaff.  I have no reason to disbelieve that.