SAT. JUNE 3
Yesterday was the ActOne faculty and mentors BBQ at our house, so I didn't eat any b'fast or lunch, knowing I'd be munching all afternoon. Just spent the morning cleaning house.
Folks showed up around 2:30 to help set up, and by 3:00 we'd broken open a bag of potato chips. I ate a lot of potato chips throughout the afternoon, hard to tell how much (that's why they're so pernicious) -- I'd say 4 to 6 handfuls of chips.
We finally got the grills going around 4:30. I had a cheeseburger, about 8 grilled shrimp, about 1 c. of pasta salad, about 1/2 c. of broccoli salad, a few carrot sticks. I also had a bottle of hard lemonade, and 2 bottles of these cute little Jose Cuervo mini-margaritas -- cute idea, but they really did need ice and salt.
All very yummy and good. I was shocked though, when I wandered into the kitchen at the end of the evening, having been outside chatting. You know, we host a fair amount of events at our place, and always, every time, when there are leftovers, the people who asked if they could use our house offer us some of the leftovers. It's always seemed to me like this is the bonus we get for being willing to spend a day or more cleaning and prepping, as well as for pulling out all the serving dishes, and whatever they've forgotten (although this time they didn't forget a thing, often we end up handing over butter, rice, tin foil, whatever).
But this time, I walked into the kitchen and found that the organizers had packed every scrap of leftovers (and they overbought, so there was a lot of leftover food). Most had already been put on ice and taken out to the car. When I walked in, they were debating what to do with the 6 lb. or so of leftover hamburger meat, which they clearly weren't sure they could use for a future event. Not wanting to be rude and say, "then leave it here, we'll use it for sure," and half expecting someone to turn to me and say "would you like any of the leftovers," I just didn't say anything. And within seconds, all that unwanted, uneaten, uncooked meat was swept away into a cooler.
I was sort of stunned. And this morning, as Lee wandered around the kitchen, he was equally stunned. "They didn't even leave a can of Coke!" he said. "I should have hidden a couple of beers!"
Are we out of line here? Someone weigh in and let me know.
Oh well. The food was good while it lasted. And (except for the grill itself, which no one ever thinks to clean) they did an excellent job of cleaning up. And not everyone does.
But seriously -- should they have left us some leftovers? Or am I wrong?
Folks showed up around 2:30 to help set up, and by 3:00 we'd broken open a bag of potato chips. I ate a lot of potato chips throughout the afternoon, hard to tell how much (that's why they're so pernicious) -- I'd say 4 to 6 handfuls of chips.
We finally got the grills going around 4:30. I had a cheeseburger, about 8 grilled shrimp, about 1 c. of pasta salad, about 1/2 c. of broccoli salad, a few carrot sticks. I also had a bottle of hard lemonade, and 2 bottles of these cute little Jose Cuervo mini-margaritas -- cute idea, but they really did need ice and salt.
All very yummy and good. I was shocked though, when I wandered into the kitchen at the end of the evening, having been outside chatting. You know, we host a fair amount of events at our place, and always, every time, when there are leftovers, the people who asked if they could use our house offer us some of the leftovers. It's always seemed to me like this is the bonus we get for being willing to spend a day or more cleaning and prepping, as well as for pulling out all the serving dishes, and whatever they've forgotten (although this time they didn't forget a thing, often we end up handing over butter, rice, tin foil, whatever).
But this time, I walked into the kitchen and found that the organizers had packed every scrap of leftovers (and they overbought, so there was a lot of leftover food). Most had already been put on ice and taken out to the car. When I walked in, they were debating what to do with the 6 lb. or so of leftover hamburger meat, which they clearly weren't sure they could use for a future event. Not wanting to be rude and say, "then leave it here, we'll use it for sure," and half expecting someone to turn to me and say "would you like any of the leftovers," I just didn't say anything. And within seconds, all that unwanted, uneaten, uncooked meat was swept away into a cooler.
I was sort of stunned. And this morning, as Lee wandered around the kitchen, he was equally stunned. "They didn't even leave a can of Coke!" he said. "I should have hidden a couple of beers!"
Are we out of line here? Someone weigh in and let me know.
Oh well. The food was good while it lasted. And (except for the grill itself, which no one ever thinks to clean) they did an excellent job of cleaning up. And not everyone does.
But seriously -- should they have left us some leftovers? Or am I wrong?
posted by Janet at 5:23 PM
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