Yesterday I volunteered (well....with pay) to help one of my uncles do a catering. I really had no idea how much they would need me. I thought it would be a couple of hours, so that is what I was mentally prepared for.
I went at 3pm and got home at 9pm. It was a frenzy of food! Cheese was flying this way and that as I flung it on the twice baked new potatoes. The marinara was flowing as it was poured over sliced zuccini. Cooking spray fumes filled the air as we sprayed cooking sheets to bake bacon wrapped shrimp. I didn't even have time to go to the restroom until we got home. We hit the door running and didn't stop. I didn't realize how badly I had to "go" until I was driving home and had to make an emergency stop at Mom's.
I was not prepared to be out in the reception with the guests. I was dressed in shorts and tennies and an apron for cryin' out loud! There was no one else to help so I HAD to be out there. I tried to be invisible but you know how it is in a small town......"JOSEFINA!! I didn't know you did this!" Of course I saw every one I knew and was horrified that I looked so out of place. Oh well.....in my opinion, there should have been some better communication from my uncle who was "in charge".
He did get several offers to cater more events and I don't know if I will help out again or not. I will let you know after I get my check. :0) haha Oh, and I am charging him extra for the anxiety he gave me cutting it so close. We were putting the final food items in the warmer just minutes before the guests came in. We made it by the skin of our taters.
I went home and unloaded my left overs on UJ who ate them gladly and fell into bed exhausted.