eating

Popcorn should have been on the schedule for this evening. On Sunday we have specials, a time to share talents of songs, skits, interpretive dancing, etc., during our regularly scheduled devotion time before bed. Tonight the kids all sang songs. Some had dances, but all sang a cappella in front of all of us. Despite performing all the time, I was still impressed by their stage presence and excitement to share for the most part. Trios sang with harmony, soloists danced, and boys did a call and response number…Ugandan Idol anyone?

We had a staff meeting tonight. I left quite a bit later and headed straight for the fridge…with all the uncles. I think my body was following the natural routine of working until late and then eating ice cream. Vacation was good for my waist line because I didn’t have those late night work hours (or any for that matter) and therefore no need for midnight snacks.

It’s fun to serve meals to these kids. They all look at their plates with curiosity and amazement, sometimes at what’s on it and sometimes at the abundance. They tried tuna for the first time the other day. A whole leftover pan made it to the lunch table, but they still went for thirds. The kids are pretty open to trying new things, necessary being here in the west. But a few things will never change: mustard is detestable, hot food beats out sandwiches any day, bacon makes the day great. I have the great pleasure of making the menu for the week, but the chore of being creative enough to avoid tuna casserole every Friday.
Any recipes feeding 30 people would be greatly appreciated.
Think potluck.