Thanksgiving Report

I've mentioned in other years that our little country church has managed to feed an increasing number of people every year since someone got the great idea about seven years ago. We all pitch in and cook and deliver about two hundred meals the Saturday before Thanksgiving, then all go back to the church and eat together, with some people who would rather eat with us than have us deliver to them.

We've finally gotten organized. In our church program last Sunday, there was a schedule of who was doing what and when. I was down to cut and pack desserts, along with two other women. At the allotted time, however, they were busy elsewhere, so three other people pitched in. I consider cutting desserts a plum of a job. Sure there is pressure to cut and box and count groups of desserts for the different delivery people -- but within reason, I get to sniff and appraise the desserts. I've been known to say -- "I think this cake ought to go in the dessert room." No one argues with me.

This year, the cars lined up at the kitchen door and we loaded in order. We had more people to deliver to, but that was no problem -- most were on the road we live on. And when we got back to the church, it was time for the serving line to open to serves us.

It went like clockwork for the most part. But you know what? It was TOO organized, TOO well-run. It wasn't as much fun as it has been before.

Oh, well, next year or the year after, we may have a new meeting hall/kitchen to work from. We'll have to develop a whole new system. No more steep steps down to the kitchen to deal with, no bottlenecks and traffic jams.

Oh, well, it was the REAL Thanksgiving for me.