If you can’t stand the heat get out of the kitchen

Last September at the monthly country breakfast I had the chance to introduce my hubby to the President of the Community Center. I told her that I had asked the Elks Lodge if they would consider donating a ceiling fan or two to the Community Center’ kitchen. The Elks agreed that they would be glad to donate the money if the President of the Community Center requested the donation in a letter. She was surprised and pleased to hear about that! The kitchen in that place gets really hot! I suggested that perhaps we could find a local electrician that would donate his time to install the fans, and she said that she didn’t think that would be a problem.

We explained that the Elks would need a letter, and gave her the mailing address for the letter. She did write the letter, and mailed it to the Elks. The Elks approved the purchase, went to Home Depot and bought the ceiling fan. Now it seems that the Community Center has changed their minds about wanting the fan. Remembering how unbearably hot it got in the kitchen last summer I sure hope that they can come up with an alternative – I am heat intolerant and am not going to want to be in that kitchen for anything if it is always going to be that hot! I am the first one out of a hot kitchen!

Ruritan pancake breakfast

Yesterday I was scheduled to help the monthly Ruritan club’s pancake breakfast. I had sent an email out to the other members of the group asking them what time they wanted me to show up, but yesterday my email was off-line all day so as far as I know their answer may still be bouncing around “out there” somewhere.

Knowing that the breakfast starts at 8am and ends at 11am, I decided to just show up about 6:45. When I got to the community center, only three other Ruritan members were there. Two of them were already cooking bacon and sausage, and one of them was putting plastic serving ware in pouches and putting the pouches in a basket. Being new to the Ruritans, I did not remember meeting two of the folks, so I introduced myself to them and then just started pulling out the things that I knew we were going to need. As I was pulling out the mixing bowls and measuring cups, spatulas and I was wondering exactly how much help I was going to be able to be, with the limitations of my half-useless thumbs I knew that it was going to be a challenge!

Not very long afterwards more people started to come in and the kitchen became a very busy place! I ended up helping to prepare the eggs and shuttled the cooked food from the kitchen out to the dining hall.

After a while my hubby and parents showed up to eat breakfast, and I took a break and sat down to eat breakfast with them. There was some really great lemon poppy-seed bread there today – I had two slices of that!

There were a few times when I got the chance to chat a bit with the other people that came to help, and I was glad to be feeling less like an outsider than in the past.

The breakfast crowd died down pretty quickly after 10am, and I stayed until noon to help clean up. I basically manned the sinks, washing up the dishes while everyone else cleared the tables and dried the dishes and put things away. I figured that since I didn’t know where anything was supposed to go it would be better if I just did the washing up. Everyone was really grateful that I did the dish-washing – they said that was the hardest job to do. (And now I’m a bit sorry that I DID wash the dishes, my hands really hurt a lot from forcing my thumbs to do all that work!)

When I was finished up I bid goodbye to the other ladies that were still there and headed out. I had made it half way across the parking lot when they opened the door and called out to me “Would you like to take some flowers home?”

They had a handful of the flowers that had been donated by the local nursery to the breakfast, and were holding them out towards me. “Sure, that’d be great!” I replied. I walked back to the door, took the flowers. “Thanks” I said, turned, and headed back to the car. “Thanks again” they called out, and I waved. It was a good feeling. Maybe I’ll actually start to make some friends in this town after all.