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A Second Helping
I was at the training session for the Christmas homeless shelter today: I enjoyed it enough last year to sign up for a couple more shifts this. This time I'm going to be working in the kitchen, though, rather than front of house. With luck I'll be assigned washing up, an activity I always find satisfying.

My first shift will start at 7.30am on Christmas Day, which I applied for in part because I thought there might not be many takers, but it turns out that I was lucky to get it. Apparently I'm not the only one who remembered the second chapter of Little Women when filling out the application form.

I was impressed with the chef. No doling out stew with a big ladle for him. Highlights from the projected menu include lamb tagine and roasted vegetables with herb and fruit cous cous, as well as rib-sticking puddings and enough custard to drown a duke in - to say nothing of options for people with allergies, dietary restrictions, etc. And there's no limit to helpings, either: the guests there hear the word "No" more than enough the rest of the year.

Marmee would be so pleased with you!

Good egg! They're not asking you to sacrifice your buckwheats and your cream, wrapped up in a shawl?

I would love that meal myself--I adore lamb tagine--but is it what the poor of Bristol would think of as Christmas dinner? Would they not feel cheated of their sprouts? Or are they largely homesick North Africans?


Edited at 2014-12-14 01:18 am (UTC)

There are more traditional options available too, but that was my favourite. The chef's attitude is, when life gives you a score of lamb shanks at a knock-down price, make lamb tagine. (Skipchen is only a couple of hundred yards away, and seems motivated by the same spirit.)

Mmmm. Lamb shanks. So infinitely better than turkey.


Well done for volunteering again.

Thanks - though to be honest it's a lot more pleasant a way to spend Christmas morning than mooching about here on my own, so I gain too.