Good Question

Steve, over at Round The Chuckbox Observations of Life and Faith from a Camp Cook (also linked here under culinary minds) has a wonderful blog and I think I am just going to use HIS self descriptive text for it -
For 37 years I've had two culinary careers -- one that paid the bills and the other imagined. Growing up in Fresno in the 1960s, I attended Camp San Joaquin in Sequoia National Forest. To me the cook and his assistant had the best job. Where else could I pursuit my passion for cooking and my love of the mountains at the same time, I reasoned? With retirement nearing, ambition may soon turn to gold, Lord willing.

Great insights, personal views, and some great recipes from another 'foodie' & cook...check it out.

ANYWAYS, Steve asks a good question:

Hi: What do you run for breakfast and lunch (and night meals?).

Well let me explain first that the menu shown on the 'menu' page is always the Evening Dinner or Supper listng.

Dinner (or the Lunch meal), is usually a homemade soup, meat and cheeses cut for sandwiches, and different fresh veggies and fruits with the salad 'bar'. Leftovers from the night before are 're-packaged' as a new dish or just heated up (some foods just don't re-package well)...if there are not a lot of 'hot'foods left from the day before we default to the above mentioned items. Meaning that hot foods (excluding soup) are only a bonus for lunch but are not guaranteed.

Breakfast is usually 'do it yourself' Mon-Fri which can include several different things: several different cereals, breads, oatmeal, jams, jellies, yogurt...but also we have cold cuts, cheeses, and a few other options for teams that work off ship during the day can 'bag' a lunch. Although the Europeans (and others) also eat these things for breakfast. There are toasters, juice, coffee, tea, hot water...all the condiments you could think of. The set-up for this is done by the Dining Room staff/crew every day.

Saturday breakfast is usually pancake day that is ran by volunteers who come make the pancakes.

Sunday breakfast is usually the above Mon-Fri with the addition of scrambled eggs, bacon/ham/corn beef hash (pick one) and sometimes other things like surprise cinnamon rolls or things like that.

The breakfast meal is done like this because of the nature of the job. Cooks (or the whole galley crew) work from 8am to 7am (or there about, give or take an hour) just to produce all the meals during lunch and supper, then a massive clean-up of the galley at the end of the day...so a hot breakfast everyday made by our crew would pretty much be 'out of the question' without trying to run a morning crew which we don't have 'bed allotments' for...plus its hard to have full staff when you rely on being fully volunteer.

On a further note, Saturday and Sunday you must pack your lunch at breakfast time because we do not cook lunch those two days. Saturday the galley crew still works but the first part of the day is reserved for cleaning and then on to cooking supper (evening dinner). Sunday its up early to cook a 'hot' breakfast, then a quick clean-up of the galley then on to church or back to bed (depends on how you feel inclined) then back again after 1pm to start dinner/supper.

May sound hectic or weird, but it works good...and has been for years.

Recovery

When babies wake up from surgery the reaction is universal. They are mad, confused, and hungry. As soon as the child even starts to wake up we get the mom to come and comfort/ feed her baby. Sometimes the child just screams and screams after mom is there, after they have been fed, and after they have had pain medicine. So we have to become creative and try to figure out why they are so upset. Sometimes they are just plain obstinate and want to scream. Other times they are just uncomfortable and will only be satisfied in a lappa on their mom's back. So we grab a surgical drape and mama uses it as a lappa. Her child suddenly stops crying as they are being bounced around, close to the oxygen saturation machine of course. Us nurses are happy that the screaming has finally stopped.


Off the ship... For the weekend

We spent Friday afternoon to Sunday afternoon at a guest house on the beach. The house itself is very bare-bones, but it has running water and electricity and air conditioning in the bedrooms in the mornings and in the evenings. The house is hostel style. There are 7 rooms and most of them were full this weekend. All of the other guests worked for other NGOs and are very interesting people.

The house is right across the street from the beach so we were back and forth, weather permitting. Tyrone and I spent the whole weekend just relaxing, reading, listening to music, and enjoying each other's company. It was wonderful.




deeper

For about two weeks I have had an uneasy feeling in my core. In the depth of who I am I have felt unsure. I truly hate this because it can rob my joy, the joy that the Lord has given me. The joy that has come as the result of Jesus' blood on the cross.

I have prayed, I have prayed so much that I have prayed my way to a deeper relationship with Jesus.  While I hate this unrest that I feel in the marrow of my bones, I will rest in the hands of my friend, Jesus.