I am so very behind with emails. Apologizes to everyone I haven’t responded to yet. I’m having to make some changes with some ads as a preventative measure for some that may disappear in the future. Because GOOGLE hates not controlling all the ads in the entire universe, and I hate Google. So there is a lot going on behind the scenes. You can expect some new ads tomorrow and I apologize but they are necessary.
Also someone asked for an Open Forum today for personal reasons, and I love her so I am going to do it a bit early. However, Open Forums are usually for Friday or Saturday and they never expire. You can always access the latest Open Forum by clicking here. I use that link almost daily as my place to share. I’m trying not to drag my drama into every damn post here. I’ve heard the feedback. I understand. That is what open forums and to some degree the comments are for. 🙂
So I am sure everyone who doesn’t comment much about the community stuff wants to know what the heck I am doing going to a food bank. So here’s that story. I have told you before that I live in a shack in the ghetto. And that is mostly true. However, the shacks on either side of me have been knocked down and made into lovely homes. There has always been a smattering of those. I purchased this house from my fathers estate when he passed. I was already living in it. It is where he wanted me to live. It is the house I was born in. He wanted me to teach at the school next door where I attended a very small part of first grade. I had a college job I wanted to take in Tampa. But, mother worked her magic from beyond the grave and I was randomly offered my choice of a couple of teaching slots next door. It was great. I walked half block of work each day. I kind of just settled in.
So that is why I live where I live. I am really low maintenance. I don’t need a fancy house. I’m not a clothes hound. I don’t like to even wear shoes let alone expensive ones. I live to save for travel. Sorry I am making this story much too long. Anyway I drive a 2007 Honda and the longer I live here the more I dress like the People of Walmart. And I’m fine with that.
So, the church on the corner where I went to kindergarten, has been handing out food to my community for weeks on Thursdays at 3:30. I few times I have passed by and seen lines down the street. Lines of cars way nicer than mine I should point out. Today around 4:15 I was making a quick dash to the corner store, and I noticed no one was in line. On the way back, it was the same. I figured they were done. I drove past the entry to get in line, because I don’t need a food box. Then, on the other side of the church (the exit) there was a volunteer hysterically trying to get me to turn into the church. I said I was good. He kept insisting. I realized that the volunteers could not leave until all the food was distributed. I do admit I barely get to the grocery store these days and when I do there isn’t much produce there. Now, I think I know why!
So I pull in and there are only two cars ahead of me. The guys asked, “One family?” and I replied, “No, just one person. Just give me a few things. ” However, clearly they were ready to go home. Then guy said they were out of some things. I was more curious than anything. They put it in my trunk and I went home. Here is what I got. Like 30!!!!!!! Georgia peaches. Yum but I’ll never eat thirty peaches. A cabbage that for some reason I was insanely happy about because I don’t think I’ve ever really bought a whole cabbage and I have some very expensive pork chops that would go nicely with it. A whole bag of onions. Onions are my favorite veggie and I buy a back of them every time I am in a grocery store. I love onions. At least two dozen large cucumbers that appeared to be the home grown kind. A big bag of potatoes. I feel like I am forgetting something.
But I wanted to end with Two one pound bags of Pork Rinds Panko. Yeah, I dunno either, and I am southern born and southern bread. I enjoy a pork rind from time to time. But what the fuck do you do with pork rind panko? And why two pounds?
So ANYWAY. I kept about half a dozen peaches and the onions, and a few potatoes and the cabbage and a few cucumbers (and the 2lbs of Panko because… I dunno). An took like 20 peaches, some potatoes a ton of cucumbers over to the fancy good Christian neighbors next door. They gave me a box of what I thought was probably food bank leftovers (the are both pastors at a nearby church) and I was happy to get it. My anxiety keeps me from leaving the house unless it is an emergency. Like I am out of wine, which I actually am at the moment. lol.
So that is why I am eating food from a food bank. I bought ONE nectarine the last time I was at the Publix and it rotted in my fridge because I have had no appetite at all for quite some time. Right now, I have two fresh peaches baking in the oven after seeing a really quick recipe (I can’t stand up for long really, anxiety) that is basically kind of an eggless oatmeal cookie crumble on top. Sounds yummy. I’m going to have to make a cobbler or something.
Okay. I’ll shut up now. Your turn. I have to go watch this double eviction on Big Brother!