Life in the Abbey

I have this saying about working for me at the Abbey (the shop where we make all the rope).

“The hours suck, the pay is terrible and your boss is a jerk… but you will never go hungry”

On the late nights, and we always work at least one late one a week, Galahad is in charge of feeding us all. Some weeks it is a pizza and salad, other weeks, if he has the extra time, he will cook something yummy up and bring it down. Last week, well last week he thought it might be fun to cook AT the Abbey.

Now let me remind you that the Abbey is a converted copper mill built almost 100 years ago and could be called “rustic” on a good day. This is an industrial space and while we have carved out a great workspace, a gourmet kitchen or even a real stove is NOT on the list of improvements we have made. Undaunted by this, what does our dear chef decide to do? Why cook spaghetti over one of the 130,000 BTU burners we use to heat vats of water.



“Its sorta like camp cooking, over a jet engine”

I have to hand it to the guy, not only did he pull off a great meal but he also managed to do with out singeing off his eyebrows. Of course at one point, when he was going to cook the noodles, he did have a minor crisis. “Oh crap!” He exclaimed, “I forgot to bring salt for the noodle water.”

Of course a quick look over his shoulder revealed some THREE HUNDRED POUNDS of the stuff. We use it as part of the dye process.

“Oh, I guess I can borrow some of Monk’s”