Amélie is one hell of a movie; what a romantic leviathan! I have not deigned to ever see The Notebook, the often-proposed greatest romance movie of all time, yet still know for a certainty that it can in no way reach the heights that Amélie has climbed - just a visually gorgeous film with the greatest love story ever, who can ask for more?
Regardless, one of the best things of the movie (besides the score) was the attention to detail of the supporting characters. One such character is Dominique Bretodeau and, similarly to the rest of the supporting cast, he has a very charming habit: "Every Tuesday, Dominique Betodeau goes out to buy a chicken. Usually, he cooks it in the oven with baked potatoes. After cutting off the legs, the breast and the wings, he'll clean up the bones with his fingers, starting with the oysters."
Now I haven't quite had a go at a chicken, but at Reggie's I've been learning how to prepare the sandwich stations and a few days ago I was asked to pick apart a turkey - with my bare hands no less! After a thorough washing my mind immediately flew to Amélie (they're very similarly proportioned birds after all) and I wondered if it would live up to Bretodeau's personal bliss.
Oh man it totally did!
Until I started working at Reggie's, I had been so consumed with the actual act of eating that I'd never really been active in understanding just how my food appeared on the plate, so therein lies some of my satisfaction. But what I enjoyed most was the near-carnivorous pleasure of ripping apart moist meat that smelled ferociously appetizing. I ate a few pieces myself and savoured the sensation of turkey straight from the oven, almost more than a Thanksgiving-prepared bird, which is far and away my favourite meal of the year.
Damn I love working with food.
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