When I was working my first job as a cook, we used to whip up a wild rice salad with an orange juice vinaigrette for all the summer weddings.  I worked at a small restaurant on Cape Cod, but on the catering side of the kitchen– the real bread and butter of the operation.  I thought I would be a waitress that summer, but I was too late arriving to the Cape for those jobs.  A friend of a friend who waited tables at this place knew they needed a cook, so she lied and told them I was the best cook she knew (maybe I was– but I had never cooked for her).  Luckily I knew my way around a kitchen enough to…