When half of the town is out of power, when trees have landed on sidewalks, when another storm threatens the evening, it only makes sense to throw a cook-in:
1. Gather ribs, burgers, hot dogs from the fridge and freezer. They will go bad, you cannot eat them all, and so, a text chain is born.
2. Hurricane Meatfest 2015. Sweat pants only. Can you bring dessert? How’s 6?
3. Because it is storming, because the kids are antsy, because the power isn’t expected to come on until Tuesday, everyone says yes. Yes, yes, yes, we will be there. See you in an hour.
4. Someone whips up a cajun ranch slaw with fridge fixins, and there is grocery store cake and chardonnay, and nothing about the menu makes sense except that the kitchen is filled with love and community, the impromptu kind. It is perfectly imperfect.
5. Eventually, the food runs out. The skies look clear. We leave full, and happy, and with all the power we need.
HAHAHA Hurricane Meatfest 2015!!! what a fun idea! glad no one was hurt and nothing was too badly damaged at your place.
Us, too!! It was quite a storm!
we live in a pretty isolated spot, with neighbors a significant hike down the hill, but I also know we could send out a text/email/call like this and have a house full of love and companionship. That’s the best. = )
Oh that is definitely the best. :)
This is a wonderful kind of gathering. I always admire communities like these. :3
We’re a lucky bunch to have each other. :)
The only kind of light one may need! Unexpected events and get-togethers may make life all the more special, leaving room for imagination and improvization – fertile ground for creativity too ;-)
Yes, yes, yes!