What a great poem, Chef David. My former synagogue was so small that we couldn't take weekly duty at the local soup kitchen, so we took all the Christian holidays (and then some) and made the meals for about 150-200 people. I was in charge for 5 years. It was so satisfying to come in at 8 a.m., having shopped the previous day, to prepare homemade soup, baked turkey or ham, potatoes, etc. for the meal. I got to use a 10-burner range (do they call that a piano??) and all the 'real' kitchen equipment to my heart's content. I also fed the volunteers. I had an old, grizzled guy grabbed me by the arm as I ladled soup- he told me fiercely to give his compliments to the chef! But the feeling of doing something right is at least as warming as a bowl of soup. |