Cookin’ Like Crazy

 This past week was a tad insane around here, but it was the good kind of insane where I got to make lots of yummy food for folks.  Not the bad kind of insane where I used a breast cancer bagel to beat the living daylights out of an entire table full of gum-smacking, loud-talking, OMG-saying girls at Panera.  Nope, that was the week before.  

Anywho, last week saw the convergence of three separate events in the span of two days.  Thursday was the surprise party for Bagel Sis who was doing the mini marathon up in Indy on Saturday.  Much to my amazement, BIL Bobo and I managed to pull this off without tipping off Bagel Sis.  This is particularly impressive considering that I spent several hours with Bagel Sis on Monday and without saying something stupid like, “Hey, do you know if Garlic Sis is going to be able to make it to your surprise party on Thursday night?”

 Prior to Thursday, I’d already spent the first part of the week cooking items for the Domestic Divas ladies event at church.  Divas was scheduled for Saturday, but since the fam and I were leaving town on Saturday, I wouldn’t actually be there.  All of my eleventy-seven platters and cake stands would be, however, and they’d need to be set up Friday night.  But, they couldn’t be set up until after the Vigo County Relay for Life survivor dessert, which ran until 8PM.  Oh yeah, I made a couple of cheesecakes for that, too.  See what I mean by insane? 

 But it was good, really.  I enjoyed the whirlwind immensely.  Because one of the hardest things about the whole cancer experience for me was all of a sudden having people not ask me to do things I loved anymore.  Granted, when I was doing chemo, I wouldn’t have been able to manage all this stuff in a weekend.  But the problem is that once people stop asking, they forget to ask again.  I know you’ve all heard me say (okay, maybe that should be “seen me write” but it just sounds weird) that from my experience, what a cancer girl craves most of a big slice of normal.  Well, it’s not normal for me to sit on the sidelines when food is involved, so the past two years or so have been difficult in that regard.

 So, Friday night was the survivor dessert, and I think I’ve finally figured out how I can participate in this type of thing without feeling weird about it–do what I love.  This time last year I posted an entry about the Relay for Life, where I talked about how the survivor activities just suck the very life out of me.  But Friday, I got to be a part of it by doing what I do best.  Now that’s MY kind of survivor activity. 

 Funny thing was, when I went to tear it down at 8PM sharp—because remember, I still need to drag all this stuff over to church and get it washed and set up there—I swear I was getting this entitlement vibe from the few survivors that were still hanging around.  Like, “I’m gonna stand here in front of this chocolate fountain as long as I want, until the cows come home, in fact, because I’M a survivor!”  I told my friend Dawn, who works for the ACS and is kind of in charge of this deal that next year I think I’ll wear one of my pink Komen shirts or maybe just go topless.  You know, whichever one she thought would be more effective of getting the message across, “Hey, I’m a survivor, too, so get your badonkadonk out of the way so I can get out of here before that creepy luminaria ceremony!”

6 Responses to “Cookin’ Like Crazy”

  1. Davis Says:

    Enjoyed your post, even though it did make my hungry

  2. Mary Creger Says:

    We didn’t even go to the survivors dinner this year because of all the creepy survivor stuff.
    I can always find an excuse to leave the relay before the luminaria ceremony. I am glad that I am a survivor but I can’t take all the credit for my survivorship. I mean, I fought the cancer with my will and I did all the various treatments my docs recommended but truly I know why I am a survivor…it’s because God wasn’t ready to put up with me yet!
    Getting involved in something after cancer is sometimes hard. I am still having people hesitate about asking me to do stuff. So I started a prayer shawl ministry at my parish and I don’t take “no” easily. So I have some real tough ladies in this group and we are having a “whale of a good time”. Tomorrow we celebrate our first anniversary and I have a really good surprise planned for ’em. Did you know that some caterers refer to Irish Creme, vodka and Contro as seasonings???

  3. Pam Says:

    Love how you make me feel more normal — I’m four years out, and I still don’t do survivor very well. But it’s a nice problem to have, you must admit.

  4. Pam Says:

    PS I think the caterers who use liqueur as seasonings might be considered the “good” ones 😉

  5. The Moody Foodie Says:

    Ha! Pam YOU make ME feel more normal! Glad to get a little affirmation on that…sometimes I think I’m the only one who feels that way.

    Mary, I love your comments. You crack me up. Good for you for starting a new ministry! Right now, I’m finding that I’ve been so starved for cooking things that I’m jumping on anything anybody asks me to do. It’s like in the back of my mind I’m thinking that if I decline, they won’t ask again.

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