Guest review and photos graciously provided by my friend Kirsten Tomilson:
July 5, 2009
I must really like strawberries… What I’ll do for a feed of those luscious succulent berries…
Rosanne, Philip, Michael and I arrived just in time to wait a half an hour for the second seating. Bob was in charge of the seating and judging by the corners of his mouth he was working himself into quite a froth. Accumulating at the corners of his mouth was a wad of white sticky goo – it reminded me of Elmer’s glue the kind we used in school. How many times did I put that stuff on my hand watch it dry and then pick it off? I digress…
As usual, the people watching didn’t disappoint. Not to mention the thick Lunenburg County accents filling the air. This is what the community supper is all about in my opinion.
By the time we are seated I am ready to feast on my left arm. No more than 5 minutes later and the gal came around with coffee and tea, in the blink of an eye the hot coffee is now seeping into every crevice of my pants. Scalding hot coffee on your privates is not the most enjoyable way in which to begin a meal. It is at this moment that Rosanne decides to regale the entire table with tales from my last community supper. You know the one… I ended up passing out from the heat minus my strawberry shortcake. Awesome… Not only is my crotch a throbbing mess, but now I am completely red with embarrassment! Timing is everything. Who knew that the same server spilled a plate of beans on some lady who was sitting in the “danger zone” before me – not sure which is worse. Here’s hoping that next year she decides to forgo the serving and take tickets instead, less risky for us paying patrons.
Did I mention that Rosanne has an extreme phobia to eggs and mayonnaise?
The server brought her a plate with all the fixings; beans, potato salad, and ham. She immediately proclaimed that she can’t have any eggs and would he mind bringing her just a plate of beans. He went back to the kitchen scraped the offending salad into the bin and presented the plate again to Rosanne. She was onto him – and that just wasn’t going to do – there was still remnants on her plate a trail of egg sludge made her discerning palette scream out in terror. He quickly brought her back a clean plate with just beans no doubt uttering under his breath about the insane lady at table #1 – sitting beside the grumpy lady with stain on crotch. I am told her phobia developed as a small child who spent far too much time at a chicken farm - I myself prefer to live in oblivion and ask her not to share the details. Bring on the eggs is what I say!
I think the tea and berries were my favorite part of the meal. What exactly do those church ladies do to make that tea taste so good. Could it be crack from God? The molasses brown bread was also very fresh and delicious. I ate 3 pieces and completely ignored the fact that I am gluten intolerant. About a half hour later I really wished that I hadn’t indulged my craving! Molasses bread will always remind me of times with my grandparents – fresh baked bread was my gram’s forte. She was such an amazing cook. Well worth the discomfort… or was it?
I’d definitely go back to this community supper… Here’s hoping that next time it is uneventful – but what else would I write about then?
