Thursday, March 14, 2013
This was a great day (but a very bad SparkDay) for me. I showed up for my turn at the food kitchen and was detoured to the Sheriff's Office to make take-out boxes to be brought back to our parking lot and handed out. The Sheriff's Department was holding its second annual pileau fundraiser for the local humane society--the two organizations split the expenses, the deputies do the cooking (using the Sheriff's own recipe, which is reported to be the best pileau ever) and heavy labor, and the humane society volunteers do the dishing and get the profits. One of the sweeties from my church, who volunteers with me, bought 200 tickets ($1200!) for food to hand out to our clients and give the kitchen staff a break.
Several other programs, like Meals on Wheels, were also availing themselves of the fundraiser food. The volunteers from those organizations had to help pack the take-out boxes (thus, how I came to be there) and deliver them to the distribution sites, and my organization was the first one served. I felt bad leaving the other folks, since they had helped load us, so I stayed behind another three hours and helped dish up the other charity meals then the 500 meals sold to the community (quite an unbelievable feat for a handful of largely elderly retirees.) I worked with the humane society volunteers, a really fun group and we worked like plowhorses and had a blast, until closing time. Then we packed the leavings into large aluminum pans and took them to a local residential school for troubled boys--you can always depend on teenage boys to polish off your leftovers.
Those deputies have this cooking-massive-amounts-of-pil
eau-for-fund-raisers stuff down to a science. It was quite an impressive operation going on in the parking lot behind the building. They brewed the food in huge cast iron witches' cauldrons that requited two strong deputies with hooks to carry them --even when empty. When I first moved South, I was told that Southern men are great cooks, but can only cook outdoors because their wives won't let them mess up the kitchen. Ha, ha, I thought that was a joke, foolish Yankee.
Since I hadn't heard about the fundraiser, I did not have a ticket. I honestly had planned on sticking to my diet today and tried so hard to resist buying a ticket, but, hey, I'm eating for homeless kitties and doggies here! I don't know if I will still get my planned walk in before nightfall, but right now my back aches and I need a nap. I am so tired, but it is such a good tired.
Anyway, bad pig-out day and maybe no extra exercise, but I don't feel one bit bad about it--God surprised me with a very special fun and productive experience. Sheriff Cribb, you got my vote, but then you already had it; you are a community treasure.
One thing that dampened my fun was a news camera filming us. If you catch Charleston Channel 4 news tonight, you'll get to see me dropping plastic forks on the floor.