A Peek Into My Crazy

It has been well established here that I spend a great part of my life thinking about, growing, and preparing food. The hundreds of posts on that subject here prove that beyond a doubt.

This is why it is not even 5 a.m., and I'm about to peel a few dozen potatoes.

Lemme 'splain.

About a month ago, our priest mentioned that he was hosting all the other priests from the area* and that typically, some of the ladies from the parish would help with the lunch that they have after their meeting.

He was sitting at our table, eating dinner with us when he said this, and it was about the most blatant hint imaginable. There aren't very many "ladies" in our parish to start with, and very few that he would ask something like this of.

So of course, I asked him if he would like me to make lunch for them, thinking it would be for at least a dozen people.

Nope. He said there would be about six of them. Oh, so basically cooking for my family? Yes, I can handle that without any problem.

Fast-forward to this week, which is the last week of school, with all the insanity that this entails. Of course the priests' gathering has to be this week. Today, actually. So is the FFA end-of-year ice cream social, for which I was volunteered by my FFA child to provide cookie crumbles for the ice cream toppings.

The count of priests I'm feeding was revised to eight. And of course, I still need to feed my own family of six.

That means that for today, I'm on tap for lunch for eight, dinner for six, and cookies.

I have spent all week thinking about how I can most easily cook lunch without being there to serve it (since they eat after their meeting, I'm not walking into that meeting to deal with food, and the time is uncertain anyway). Also considering that I work on Mondays and therefore wouldn't be making much ahead.

Plus, cookies.

The cookies were easy, at least. I made the requested peanut butter cookies on Saturday and froze a container for the FFA.

When I got home from work yesterday, I made crispy rice treats. After I spilled several cups of cereal on the floor while I was opening the giant bag of Malt o' Meal Crispy Rice, that is.

Good day for the chickens.

I have to drop off all the food for the priest party (as my children have been calling it) this morning before their meeting starts at 10:30 a.m. I decided to make shepherd's pie. 

The appropriateness and humor of making shepherd's pie did not occur to me until just recently, but it is pretty amusing. (Priests are our shepherds, get it? Yeah, my sons didn't think it was as funny as I did, either.) 

Anyway.

I'm making three pans of shepherd's pie--two for them, one for us--which will require about five pounds of meat and around ten pounds of potatoes. Also broccoli slaw--because it's the only other vegetable I have--and brownies, along with the crispy rice treats.

Overkill? Probably. But that's how I operate with food.

Anyway, it's a lot. And that's why I'm going to peel potatoes at 5 a.m.

Catch you on the flip side.

Update: 6 a.m.

Potatoes for mashing are boiling on the stove, and another pan for us is waiting elsewhere. Getting up at 4:15 a.m. has its benefits.

* The "area" in this case being the entire northeastern part of the state, which is large and relatively unpopulated.