Our friend Kevin was a graduate of culinary school. We met him quite a few years ago, in Dayton. He was the chef at one of our favorite restaurants. Good old Kevin the Chef. Quite talented, really.

But as it turned out…. his true love was baking. He got an offer from a private estate owner, Vinnie Marchusi, who lived in New Jersey somewhere.  This guy was the Upper Crust, I’ll tell you.  The offer was too good to pass up… so Kevin relocated to Jersey and started baking for this guy and his family.

He loved it. He baked breads, pies, cakes, cookies, rolls…. all sorts of things. Kevin was a nice guy too. He made a ton of friends out there. But he had a tendency to be a little lackadaisical ….. and he shared all his favorite recipes with his new chef friends in Jersey.

But mostly……things were going well for old Kev.   The Toast of the Town.

Then one day… he went missing. Gone.

His employer… Vinnie the Butter Knife….. who we think had ties with the mob…. simply said Kevin ran off with a band of bread-baking gypsies. We suspected otherwise.

As it turns out… an investigation took place concerning Kevin’s disappearance.

The FBI ascertained that “The Butter Knife” didn’t like Kevin giving away his baking secrets. He said he was paying Kevin to bake for HIM and only him. So when Kev kept sharing his recipes at the local pub…. Vinnie decided to make it stop. Kevin had to disappear.

Vinnie finally confessed on the witness stand. His only statement was….

“Bakers trade bread recipes on a knead to know basis.”

I guess old Kevin shouldn’t have been loafing around.

I mean, the whole situation is just crummy.  No matter how you slice it.  ….At yeast… that’s what I think.

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“You know….. there is something terribly wrong with me.”  -Polly C Kronenberger