Traditional style tattoo on a forearm of a grey shaded chef's hat with the word Chef above, a spatula, spoon, knife and fork, and green leaves.

Chef hat and kitchen utensils on a forearm

Traditional · Forearm · Mixed · Photo

A chef's toque is shaded in grey with bold black outlines, with the word Chef in script above it. A red-orange spatula, grey spoon, knife and fork and green leaves surround the hat. The design is centred on the forearm against a blurred green background.

Traditional Lettering Forearm Knife Leaves

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The hollandaise split twice before the Sunday roasts went out, and by half past twelve Ruth Okafor had stopped apologising to the pass. She wiped her hands on the cloth tucked into her apron, lifted the dented copper pan off its hook and started again, yolks and butter over a low flame, the way her nan had taught her in a back kitchen above a bakery in Hessle. Patience, Nan used to say, is just fear with its sleeves rolled up.

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Out front, Aunt Dot's wedding party had pushed four tables together and was on its third round of prosecco. Sol, the waiter, kept poking his head through the hatch. Were the lambs coming, or should he tell the bride the lambs were coming? Ruth told him the lambs would arrive when the lamb was ready, which was the truth and was not what he wanted. Behind her the radio played something with a brass section. Her spoon, grey and worn thin on one side from forty years of other people's sauces, scraped the pan steadily.

The emulsion caught, held, and went glossy. She spooned it over the beef, scattered the parsley and sent the plates out before she could find a reason to worry. Ten minutes later Sol came back with an empty plate and a message from the top table: the bride's gran wanted to know who had made the sauce, and whether she could have the method written on a napkin.

Ruth wrote it out in pencil, leaving out the one thing that mattered, which was to stop before you think you need to add more. After service she hung her tall white hat on the nail by the back door, watered the basil that had been dying all week and cut a lemon in half for the morning. The split pan could wait on the rack until tomorrow, when she would be early and ready to fix whatever had gone wrong overnight.