The plan is to make dinner about three times a week, with the other nights being leftovers or scrounge nights. So typically I make a big amount of whatever I make. However, the Hawaiian skewers I made last night went fast.
So tonight, I was kinda doing the low key summer lowbrow meal kinda thing, frying up some bacon for BLT’s. I had bought some of our favorite Kettle chips, a treat for us and there was some my leftover masterful potato salad, soI figured this would all suffice nicely.
I was noticing there was alot of bacon though. I was wondering how in the world I was going to use up all this bacon. I really don’t like the stuff much, and my sweet fella, well, he will inhale it if I look the other direction, much to his health. So all this bacon.
Addy and Sylvie were out playing on a blanket in the yard. Every now and then I am poking my head out telling Addy “hey, don’t put the blanket over her face, please.” “Hey take the worms away from the baby before she eats them.” when a phone call comes.
I think this is one of maybe three calls that can strike fear in my heart in an instant. A pleasant young lady on the other end of the line says “Hi, we have you down to make a meal for the shelter tonight,”
ZOIKS!!! I go to my calendar and sure enough it is the fifth Tuesday of the month. How did I miss it? I thought my only other meal was in September! Crikey!
We have a brief discussion, it is 6:25, the meal was due at 6:00. I tell her I think I can bring sandwiches? She suggests pizza. I am doing the mental calculation of a take and bake pizza and the time it would take… She tells me the people at the shelter have a class at 7 p.m. Can they eat during the class? No. They have to talk and write and stuff. Caramba, work with me! She seemed a little out of hope when I tell her I also have two little kids I am working with here. Okay I tell her, I am going to see what I can do.
All the bacon goes into my little omelet pan. Bread, enough for 7 sandwiches. Thanks be to God I just went grocery shopping and bought a bunch of tomatoes for hot weather sandwiches. And thanks be to Mustard Seed Farm (and Jeff!) for the boatload of lettuce we currently have.
At 6:40 J walks in the door and helps me wrap up two plates of sandwiches as I assemble the last ones with steamy hot bacon and garden fresh lettuce. I grab our bag of special occasion chips and head out the door.
Meal delivered by approximately 6:45. Holy cow. Bad planning nightmare narrowly averted. And now there is no question about what to do with all that blasted bacon. I wonder if Jesus would have fed the masses with bacon?