So in the morning it starts like this:
In a way, it is a bit like The Closet. How does all of that potential fit in there? Food for 25 adults and 9 children in a little white box. My feast day fridge is like a clown car, once the door opens out come the surprises one after another. How did they all fit in there? Where will it stop? Is there a little dog in there wearing a hat? (Okay, maybe not...)
Yesterday was prep, but today is show time. I begin in the morning by making my Master List for the day while drinking my coffee. There is an order to the day, to the dishes, to time. I love putting together a big feast. The planning, the thought, the prep, followed by the presentation and the consumption. Making lists, juggling bake times and temps, conducting the stove top, sorting the hot dishes from the cold. This is multitasking as relaxation. I am not musical. I cannot sing harmony. I cannot orchestrate sounds, but I can find the order in the making of a meal and serving the individual elements so they make a whole. And at the end of the day, with the washed dishes reshelved, the company gone, and the food consumed... oh the satisfaction. I would not want to do this everyday, but to control chaos and master time for one day... what a treat.