|I can boil water with the best of 'em, dammit!
||[Dec. 16th, 2007|08:48 pm]
I can now report definitively that Pagan spaghetti tastes pretty much like Catholic spaghetti. Well, it was a little better since the spaghetti sauce recipe was someone's homemade writ large.
When I left for the pre-feed preparations, I was a little worried that we were going to have a ton of food and no takers. The weather was abyssmal - a full-blown blizzard howling around us. Fortunately, a lot of people braved the storm and we were cooking just as fast as we could to keep up. In the end, we had about two trays of spaghetti left to make into take-out plates that were being delivered downtown to the homeless.
The first hour of prep time before we opened the doors went by in a flash, and then about the time that I figured we'd been serving for nearly two hours I looked up at the clock and was astonished to see that only 45 minutes had passed. Boil more water!!!! We made pot after pot of pasta, pot after pot of sauce, tray after tray of garlic bread, and just as we started getting nervous that we would actually run out of food it was closing time.
Then there was cleaning up afterward. We did dishes for a long time, and I'm pleased to say left the place cleaner than it was when we arrived. There was a custodian there with us the whole afternoon, and we insisted on sending him home with dinner for himself and his wife. As I handed him the take-out containers, he said to me, "Merry Christmas!" I returned the greeting, but then he looked a bit alarmed. "I hope I didn't offend you. Merry...whatever it is you celebrate."
"You didn't offend me," I said. "We celebrate the turn of the year, the hope of spring. It's really not that different."
He looked around at the people who were there: families and middle-aged women, many with their teen-aged daughters. As we bundled up for the trip home we didn't look any different from anyone else. He looked back at me. "I hope y'all come back another time."
I'm sure we will.