Some of our readers may not realize that before (and technically – after too) we were customers of Dream Dinners, we (or more accurately – I) actually worked in a local Dream Dinners store. I worked there for about a year, and let me tell you, there’s a whole lot of stuff’ going on in the kitchen that you never see and you’re not aware of. I thought it might be fun to share a couple of stories that shed some light into the life of a Dream Dinners employee.
Before I start, the first step is to share the background. To maintain privacy, I’ll be using secret code names for my follow employees and the store location.
My story with Dream Dinners begins in the spring of 2006. I was walking back from dinner when I passed the window for the store. The colors were bright, there was a big blue and green bird with a fork on the window, so I thought ‘hm…I wonder what this is.’ I peeked in and that’s when I met the SO’s mom (who will now be known as the SOM.) SOM explained that her daughter was the store owner and launched into a description of Dream Dinners – preparing your dinners, freezing them, cooking them, etc. It sounded super cool for someone who 1) works and doesn’t feel like cooking when she gets home and 2) doesn’t really even know how to cook anything but spaghetti and rice.
A couple of months later, I took the plunge and had my first Dream Dinners session:
- Mango Curry Chicken
- Crispy Sesame Chicken
- Herb-Crusted Flank Steak
- Steaks with Garlic & Herb Butter
- Cashew Chicken
- Ginger Teriyaki Meatballs
And with that, the story begins…