Wishing Myself Luck

From New York City

I’ll be up and out around 5:30 a.m. tomorrow, cruising for a good coffee on the way to Bubby’s in Tribeca from my room in the West Village. Chef’s jacket is tucked into my bag, ready to go (the less I have to do at that hour, the better). I’ll have my pie charm on a chain around my neck. Wish me luck as I try to find a place in the kitchen that doesn’t annoy the hell out of the staff while they turn out a gazillion pumpkin, pecan, chocolate peanut butter, Michigan sour cherry and other pies. –CM