As I walked the dog at her new 6:00 a.m. preferred time, I was asked about the meaning of Labor Day. What do you think it means, I asked.
Is it about when women go into labor? No, sir. It’s a celebration of people who work for a living, those paycheck-to-paycheck folks like most of us who didn’t grow up with a silver spoon in our mouths. But especially the trades, starting with carpenters in the late 1800’s.
But I had no choice but to come into work today. No choice? Did they offer you time and a half or double time to come in on a holiday? Yes. Then you had a choice, sir. Even though your answer was technically “because I have to pay my rent.”
For all of you who are able to enjoy the day, have a couple of BBQ ribs for me. We’re moving at the end of the week so it’s still pack pack pack. But this afternoon we’ll have an hour off to go get our new COVID and flu shots so we’re ready for the wilds of our new US destination. More to come. Happy Labor Day! Try not to commit any election interference on your day off! Dee
Cooking with Dee 