Ordinary Miracles

Welcome, Food Watchers! It’s Cook-Inn time once again. This week the theme is movies and TV programmes, and I’m starting with the ‘Red Dwarf’ seriesย ‘Back To Earth‘ – which is where a nasty bill to get our Polo through its MOT had brought us!ย ๐Ÿš—๐Ÿšฝ๐Ÿšฝ๐Ÿšฝ

Fortunately, Duncan had secured four weeks’ work being an Activity Leader with well over a hundred visiting teens from various countries (‘Les Visiteurs’). Being large, loud and nuts he was looking forward to it (‘Still Crazy’)! Off he went at the crack of dawn to start his shift. Having had a (now rare, thank God) migraine in the night, I could not drive him there and keep the vehicle as I had previously arranged. That’s the thing about migraines; I can’t drive with one (because I can’t see the road and the floor won’t keep still) and I can’t drive on strong medications either. Phoning George, our dependable Irish driver, I explained the problem. He charged round to our village in good time to feed theย world’s cutest, elderly cats (‘The Howling’ย and of course,ย ‘Cats’) and get toย Morrison’sย for the collection.ย ๐Ÿ˜ธ๐Ÿ˜บย ๐Ÿš€โœˆ๐Ÿš—

Good job too; we were alone. Fred was joiningย us later at theย Hollies,ย which was no bad thing or I would have had to get theย busย back alone. Due to the amazingly scorching weather,โ˜€ย the fresh food has been going off quickerย ๐Ÿ‘ƒ. We had sixteen crates! Repacking them so all were full we cut it down to twelve; then we drove through the packed streets to the back of theHollies. As we hit the river path over twenty gulls ambushed us, trying to prevent us from parking until we had surrendered some of the food which smelled so nice as the breeze wafted towards them through our open windows (‘The Birds’). Screeching to a halt George honked the horn, and edged determinedly forward untilย their choice was either to go under the car, or to swim in the river. In this way we drove up the path in first gear, eventually to unload by the big, black gates. Gulls squawked furiously at us as we carried the first load in, and George (who has a black car – likeย ‘Knight Rider‘) began to regret having it washedย beforeย he came today…๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ๐Ÿž๐Ÿ›

Gordon and Clive had been working to produce early artisan rolls since ridiculous-o’clock in the kitchens (Lenny Henry’sย ‘Chef’). The smell of lovely, new-baking bread wafted out, obscuring to some extent the (to me) overwhelming aroma of the onions in the carload. I thanked them, remarking to Clive his status as aย (‘National Treasure’). Not only is he a skilled chef, he can cook for multiple allergics like me – and even in this project alone, our numbers are growing. Several of our clients are reactive to certain foods; not the majority, but it is essential that they each receive food that is healthy for them (‘Minority Report’).ย ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ™๐Ÿš๐Ÿ›๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ๐Ÿž๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿก๐Ÿจ๐Ÿง๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿค๐Ÿข๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿช๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ๐ŸŠ๐ŸŒโ˜•โ˜•โ˜•

Fred began the 30 veg and fruit bags, while George and I spun home to see if we could get Romany the thin and ancient cat to eat some more grub – (no doubt Shakespeare’sย ‘Much Ado About Nothing’ย should come in here) and we fed our local birds while we had the chance. Down they came in droves (‘Monty Python ‘s Flying Circus‘)? Reiver, Romy’s little brother, ate as much as he could, then resumed his favourite activity; thundering around our garden (‘Mad Max: Beyond Thunderdome’ย is the best I can do for this).ย ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿœ๐Ÿช๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ‘ถ๐Ÿ‘ฑ๐Ÿ‘ณ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘ด๐Ÿ‘ต

During the school holidays we have a project in Leith we are currently supporting; the Pilmeny Project. It aims to feed kids who, during term time, are fed free school mealsย ๐Ÿซ. We saved a huge bag to drop off to them tomorrow. Also our Allotment volunteer, Elaine,ย ๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒฝ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒพ๐ŸŒฟ๐Ÿย referred a person with learning disability whose benefits have been cutย (‘The Punisher‘).ย  All of the recipients were allocated something to help them through the week. At 1.30pm the food arrived, and as I phoned around, animatedly asking for drivers and kitchen volunteers (‘Desperatelyย Seeking Susan’ย – she arrived as well)ย  we ate a lovely meal with fresh trout donated by the generous Gordon (‘Loveย Actually’, ‘Fishing in Yemen’). Joram and Joyce, the intrepid helpers, arrived just in time for lunch and the subsequent delivery of Adele’s huge Musselburgh run. The charming Hannah arrived as well, with her two daughters in tow. Now we had three cars! I asked Hannah to combine Susan’s run with the – blessedly shorter – Wallyford and Prestonpans run, as I had no vehicle to take on my share of the driving. George and I did Coillesdene and Pilton, dropping Fred off in the process (‘The A-Team‘). We all sped round, trying to finish as quickly and efficiently as possible (‘Speed 3’).ย ๐Ÿ•“๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿš€๐Ÿšฒ๐Ÿš—๐Ÿš—๐Ÿš—

…Done in record time!

See you all next week. God bless.

Janine. xx

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