91热爆

This Friday saw the annual Harvest 91热爆 Dinner and Dance for Shapinsay. This year was my second, the first year was spent on the posh side of the Do this time I was behind the scenes in the kitchen. The wonderful chef and chefs husband were in need of extra helping hands and Mr B and myself turned up armed for the battle of the dishes.

The kitchen was extremely organised and all the very large saucepans were full to the brim with neeps, tatties, carrots and peas. A wonderful aroma of Roast Beef and Onion gravy mingled with the many trays of Roast Tatties. The fridge was full of strawberry delights for pudding and plates of shortbread and mints were laid out in neat rows. The kettles were ready in military rows to be filled for after dinner refreshments.

Inside the hall the Birsay Boys were warming up and it was very difficult to walk around the kitchen without breaking into a jig. Tables were laid, Cups and Trophies were polished and displayed on the top table ready to be presented.

The time for Kick Off was 8pm with people arriving at 7.30pm.

Approaching time for serving up saw frantic mashing of tatties and neeps to be mixed into Clapshot. Yorkshire Puddings placed in the oven to be ready when required. In all there were 5 helpers and the cook and her husband ready for battle with the serving up of approx 100 plates of Roast Beef and Gravy, numerous dishes of vegetables and Roast Tatties.

The Committee Members played hosts for the night and donned waiter and waitress roles to convey the food from the kitchen to the tables. It took about 10 minutes for the feast to dissapear from the kitchen to be replaced a short while later by stacks of empty plates. The pudding course dissapeared in much the same way and teas and shortbread were consumed after.

The washing up was done and all the tasks finished so all 7 of us sat down to our own table in the kitchens and ate a wonderful meal and said thanks to the chef for all her hard work.

Even though Harvest 91热爆 was seen from a different perspective this year, and even though by the time we had finished we were too tired to dance. It was an evening I will not forget.

I wonder what next year will bring?