Monday, March 18, 2019

DAY FOUR—LET'S CALL IT FRIDAY

     I arrived at 10:30 this morning, per Buddy's instructions, but he slept late and didn't get there until after 11:00. Two ladies were already there, making sack lunches. God bless them! There was plenty for me to do because the kitchen was left in sad repair last night; yesterday's potato pot hadn't even been washed.
     The ladies left before noon, and Buddy and I set to work serving sack lunches—only 8 or so. Then we made decisions about tonight's dinner. I am determined to use those 50 pounds of fresh potatoes, so we peeled another 10 pounds and cubed them. Then we peeled and sliced a bunch of carrots that came from a 20-pound bag. Most of those carrots were "growing things," and some of their things were growing things! After we culled out what we needed, I tossed the other 18 pounds.
     But what we did with our vegetables was new and exciting, if you've ever been to camp and cooked veggies wrapped in foil. We wrapped them in foil, seasoned them with herbs and butter and baked them for an hour. They were so fine!
     There was a whole pan of meatloaf left from the high-end restaurant's donation, and Buddy wanted to use that for dinner again. After all, he said everyone loved it! We found some rolls in the freezer and baked those to finish off the plates. 
    By now, dinner is over; I hope it went well. 
    Doug plans to return tomorrow and begin training Lanyard Guy. My feet feel like they'd be in the way there tomorrow—that's my story. And speaking of stories: I'm becoming accustomed to hearing folks say, "I've been clean and sober for a year now!" Doubt if I'll ever make that grade…

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