We were well taken care of food-wise right after the fire. The day after, we went to school to meet the Red Cross volunteer (who gave us the most pathetic ziploc baggie of stuff and a nice quilt) and we were bombarded with food donations.
The English department had gone to the grocery store and loaded us up with frozen foods and snack items; Burnie, the hilarious department chair who had just had a heart attack (nobody wants to be in our department now) gave us a big chicken casserole, and the special education department notified us that they would be feeding us three meals over two weeks.
We had taco salad (which was great, but they made too much and it didn't keep well), chicken casserole (which disappeared in Mom-in-law's deep freeze) and pigs-n-blankets from the special ed kids, and desserts: all served in dishes we got to keep. Jenny, my former student who is now a colleague, baked us chicken/rice casserole and lasagna with South Des Moines' own Graziano Brothers' sausage. It was to die for.
I guess food is a great gift when somebody loses everything in a fire. Food and clothes. Food, clothes and cash. All of which we got in abundance.
And we gained a little weight at first, which we are now losing as we get more stressed about not having our house to ourselves yet. This blog has been brought to you by Allister, the bi-sexual, angry, half-breed who is my poet friend.
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