While these photos make it look like it was cold outside it was actually 25C, and about 120C near the ovens/BBQs/dishwashing station and pie warming ovens. We were dressed in thick cotton coats, even thicker aprons, hair nets and caps... so believe me we were warm! But no one complained. Sure, it was talked about but only in a happy teasing way. Again the jobs were assigned and everyone just got on with it.
Sophie especially deserves a shout out because she was on dishes from 9-5pm! She had a brief respite where she got to wrap knives and forks, but it was brief.
The community was there in force again to care for the rescue workers. Grandparents, mums, dads, my lovely students and many young adults. I even heard of one Mum that couldn't come during the day because she has 8 children to look after so she has been doing the 1am-9am shift!!
And all this is at a cost to the community. I served untold amounts of homemade bacon and egg pies (whoever made them, they were very popular!), carrot cake, brownies and amazing looking chocolate cakes. Community members from around the country cooked, packaged, boxed and shipped it all down - complete with little stickers/messages of love and support. If you have a Westmount school in your community you are lucky. These people are honest, dependable, charitable and faithful.
I could name names, but I'd better not because I'll have this young man in school with me tomorrow...
Beautiful Sophie and Pat, hard at work on the dishes.
I know they look cool, calm and collected but they are ROASTING under these oh-so-fashionable outfits!
Oh yer... please note the bulk hand sanitiser! I have the cleanest hands in the land right now! Skinless, and caked in latex glove powder but SANITARY!
Not only did this gentleman man this BBQ all day, but he also had to deal with me sneaking in and stealing his scotch fillet steaks every 2 minutes. As you can imagine if the boys see their mates getting big juicy steaks for lunch they are *not* going to walk away with a mini quiche or a sausage! The line was about 100-men long at one point and as they only have a short time to eat (and therefore can't come back for seconds) I took pity on them and kept visiting my friends on the BBQs to get the "are they ready yet??" steaks (that were totally borderline cooked! In France they would have been called "bleu"... I called them "very rare but I think warmed thru") I loved the way the NSW guys kept saying "I'll take it rare! Don't worry about me! Just get me some steak!" The Japanese boys also loved it... I only had 2 vegetarians come thru the tent. Someone could do an interesting study on how many rescue workers are meat eaters :)
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