Personal experience: American charity
'11.09.2017'
Source: livejournal
One of my “clubmates” asked to help her with the organization of an annual charity event - a fairly large and “secular” one. I asked for the culinary part. Well, a bit photographic.
And here's an oil painting: I come running lathered up, I have 10 kege food with me, more than half of which is a tricky salad (I really liked the recipe). They give me assistants in the kitchen: two Hispanics, a cook and a smiling, modest middle-aged man.
With Hispanics, everything is clear, the cook is in the form of an institution, and the man, apparently, is a volunteer - well, ok, I give him blanks for salad, arugula, tarragon, nuts are all different. The man asks in great detail what to cut and where. In a businesslike way, he takes the packages and goes to flirt with a knife at the ready - businesslike, obedient, in an apron. Meticulous - came back several times to clarify the details.
A couple of hours later, already during the ceremonial part, it turns out that my salad assistant is the president of the Massachusetts Senate. He, they say, is announced, and he all comes out to applause - still modest, still wearing an apron. And then he holds out his hand to me: "And you have a wonderful salad, Daria."
In my "cooks" was the president of the State Senate, the head of local Democrats.
Gad blesse America.
