The first wave of grandparents came through, nearly as
excited as the kindergartners they were visiting, and already we were out of
grilled cheese. Volunteers stood around in hair nets, gloves stretched too
tight or hanging loose, and aprons like garbage bags. Too much to do and too many
people to get it done. A mountain was forming, though, with no one conquering it.
Trays covered in tomato sauce. Cups still half full of chocolate milk. Thirty
minutes later, I was soaked and splattered, smiling. The mountain was gone. I need
an industrial dish washing machine like that at home.
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4 comments:
nothing like an industrial dishwasher . . . are you hiring out? :)
oh - and, as a grandparent, where's MY grilled cheese??? :)
My youngest grand is now 9 yo so no more k'garden fun for me.
Grilled cheese is pretty popular. May I interest you in a quesadilla instead?
I volunteer at a family camp every summer and the main building has an industrial dish washer. It's a hard hard shift to be on dish crew for 150 people, but I always jump in at least once because it's so very satisfying to clear out a mountain. :)
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