Adventures in Social Justice

Food pantry duty this morning -- surprisingly busy, actually; not overwhelming but steady.  We were under orders to get rid of some juice that had been laying around, as well as some bottled water and all the produce.  So, we did -- people could take two juices if they wanted, and we just piled shit outside til it went.  The clothing room was a mess when we arrived -- people somehow just piled bags up  in there (despite repeated requests not to, oi) and we had to haul them to the storage room just to get the racks out.  Of course, once the racks were out, it was vulture time, not that this was a total problem; indeed, we have plenty of garments, so it is not bad to get rid of them, though, of course, what our clients consider to be helpful is... not.  We had a fridge full of eggs, which we considered selling to fund a trip to Vegas.  Just kidding, but not really.

We also had surveys to pass out; as being part of the Hunger Network, we have to regularly survey clients as to what they like, want us to offer (assuming we can get it, of course), etc.  I had pre-filled some of the parts -- such as "pantry name" -- on the ones I made copies of, but not everyone did, so, of course, our clients put their own names down.  And, of course, for some of our clients, filling out a survey was beyond their comprehension... but we got five more than we needed, and I will scan them out tomorrow.  It was a banner day for social justice all around.

I bought stuff for the next recipe -- white chocolate brie dessert cups -- and tomorrow I will descend upon the oven and make them.  It seems much less complex than honey vinegar pie, which is an immense relief, though my ability to fuck things up.  I couldn't help but not that at the grocery stores (Aldi and Acme) that if people are buying less due to inflation, no one seems to have told shoppers; plenty of full carts and nary a coupon, and judging from the waistlines I saw, no one is skipping seconds, either.