Cookin with the locals

Son, the charmer that he is, somehow got us involved with cooking at 5:00am. The conversation started out like "this doesn't seem hard"... and ended with "why don't the two of you come tomorrow morning"... So, we did. What a fun adventure. Son was the guy in charge of taking orders. I was the dish boy. While working, I mentioned that I used to work at a pizza place... So, they asked that Son and I come back later in the day and cook one for them... we did... Besides the appreciation of the food, they got a kick out of us. Especially, since neither of us speaks spanish and they didn't speak english. Ah the international sign of affection, food!