Pie filling.
It always ticks me off when I see pie filling cans in the food drive bins at church. I mean, who the hell is raiding their pantry and dumping their leftover Thanksgiving Day cans of pumpkin pie filling on the poor? "They'll eat anything," I'm sure they say. This is not to suggest the poor do not deserve dessert. I think the poor should have as much dessert as anyone else. But if you are down and out, I'm not sure blueberry pie filling is the number one thing on your grocery list. Pat, from work, had the audacity to defend this practice. Of course, Pat claims she would never put pie filling in a collection basket... yea right! Here is a summary of the exchange.
"There are plenty of things you can do with pie filling," Pat said.
"Are you kidding me? You mean the poor and their insatiable lust for Belgian waffles? Or maybe crepes?" I replied.
"You can mix pie filling with rice."
"Who the hell mixes pie filling with rice?!"
"Well, why not? I'm sure it tastes good."
"It's not about how good it tastes. Pie filling and rice is not a meal."
"Because you say it isn't?"
"Are you nuts? Pie filling is for pie."
"Well, the poor can make pies."
"Well, where's the crust then? If you put pie filling in a collection basket, you should also donate the proper ingredient for pie crust. And maybe disposable pie tins. And where should these pies bake? Leave them out in the sun?"
"Poor people can have ovens."
"Whatever happened to green beans? Have you ever heard of green beans?"
"What, so all poor people should just shut up and eat green beans? What about enjoying life?"
"You are out of control."
"Likewise."
The best part... during this entire conversation, Chris, a physicist friend, was sitting in the background shouting from his computer station, "Let them eat cake."
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I love the 'tron! I love that Pat, Anthony, Chris, and all the clinicians spend their days bickering about others cruddy donations-- or staging fake spontaneous defecation scenarios!
If only my office were as lively. :(
Here's the thing: if charities ask for canned food donations, that's what they're going to get. Canned food. Of all kinds. Indiscriminately selected for contribution. Or, perhaps, discriminately selected, based on their proximity to the front(or back) of the pantry, the decibel of scream one hears from one's children when they were fed this item previously, or any other domestic indicator.
If I were still a church-going Catholic, or any type of Catholic other than "former," I would posit that the disparate contributions that each family brings to the church, though wildly unpredictable in material value, condition, content or societal worth, are destined to be offered as one gift- becoming something larger then their individual aluminum selves in the process. You never know when a neighbor might choose to contribute pie crusts to complete the cherry filling offering.
Otherwise, they ought to do like at Thanksgiving in elementary school- each pew gets a dinner course, and no bringing brownie mix when you've been assigned vegetables.
Mike--I just reread your story about LA and the red light.
True story--Anthony (age 4) and I are in the car going to the local pet store to get food for his fish. Since I have no clue where it is, I tell him to let me know when to stop. Suddenly, he says, "There it is, you passed it."
Aunt Mb: (exasperated) "Why didn't you tell me sooner."
Anthony: (noncommittally) "Hey, I'm just a little boy!"
Some patterns in life start early.
(his) Aunt Mb
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