Coerced was I...

Yes, those darn ISA members coerced me into working on their ISA banquet with out saying a word. Sneaky little devils. I worked on quiches... bacon, swiss and spinach ones to be exact... eight of 'em. Then I helped clean... and there was much cleaning. I helped put up freshly washed pans... they were quiet hot but I would pick 'em up any way... and the others that got rangled into dish'n'cleanin crew were most amazed... and we sprayed and cleaned and swept and what not... all until oneish... Can you believe it? I'm not even in ISA... but my room mate is. If she showwed up... it wasn't for long. =) Oh well I like helping... I feel really bad about all the wasted food. This Irish girl and I were yammering about how shameful it was that all the nice kitchen scraps were going into the trash and how it would make lovely compost. Shameful waste... Oh well tis not my kitchen and tis not my rules... but still I feel... dirty. Wasting all that food that could have fed others or at least gone to the Earth... sigh, such a waste.

 

The least you could have done was taken some home for leftovers. Yum yum.