Oh why do I do these things to myself

I get all kinds of invites to participate in various things. Classes, meetings, charity things, whatever. I generally delete these emails before I’m tempted. You see, I’m a home body. I like to be here, doing my thing. I also have lots to do, so even if I want to go to some shindig, I probably don’t have time. And then there is church. And the kids, and projects that were scheduled to be completed in June of 2013. And, and, and it keeps on going.

So a while back I had an invite to submit our information for a Farm to Fork picnic pairing thingy. It came out the first time and I deleted it. I don’t have time for that. Plus I tried to get the Mrs. to go with me one year. She said no, we were too busy, which was true.

Then a few weeks later, a second invite came through. I had a spare five minutes (always dangerous) so I submitted our information to see what would happen. The next thing I heard about it was an email, addressed both to me and to the Chef at the Counting House in Durham. “You two have been joined at the hip in this endeavor. Here are the rules. Good luck.”

Gulp.

So we are supposed to feed 500 people, at Fearrington Village no less. Home to the famous Belted Galloways. You know, these guys.

Or, um. These guys.

You know that crazy uncle who comes to Thanksgiving that everyone secretly hopes won’t come this year. The one who makes inappropriate jokes and embarrasses everyone but himself.

Yeah, I think I might be coming to dinner.

Oh well, it’s only for a few hours and the worst that happens is they throw me out.  As I recall, that crazy uncle always has a rather large time so at least I have that going for me.

Here is the list of who is who in this shindig.