Diet Control and the Ward Breakfast
Okay, I shouldn't even post this, but it deserves to be written then deleted, so I don't know how long this post will be up…
First of all, I am grateful for any ward social. I have been a part of so many and they have a wonderful ability to bring a variety people together. But, there is that moment when you realize the one person has been washing all the dishes for the entire event, and the two cooking, and the others that go unnoticed working so hard with little or not personal thanks by the body of people in attendance.
So, I say thank you to the dishwasher, who also acquired all the food and materials for the service activity, to the cooks who didn't realize they would be the cooks, but did so out of tradition, and to those that worked behind the scenes.
Now, for my story…
The opening prayer was said and the masses lined up for the breakfast that was prepared. You know it is the food that brings us out to these events. Let the quality of the food diminish, so goes your attendance. We can discuss food anytime, but todays story has to do with the conversation overheard in the chow line..
I was alone today in the line, so I drifted back to my favorite spot, the end of the line. I casually pick up pieces of conversations when I heard the word "Titanium". Now, Titanium means something a little different in our family recently. Daniel received a titanium post for his dental implant and the subject served as an illustrative point in a talk I had to give. So, when I heard the word, "Titanium" my ears perked up. I know it uses in the human body, so elegantly illustrated by our doctor.
So as I stood in line, I listened to the conversation…
"Yeah, they put a titanium ball in there, about 3/4 the size of tennis ball."
That line was okay, but those that followed quickly curbed my appetite…(warning for those with weak stomaches for the words that are to follow)
Then the story progressed…
"I asked the doctor to save the old one for me. He put it in a plastic bag. I've got it in my suit case, it's been there for about five weeks. It's all red a meaty looking. If my wife finds it, she'll throw it out. What can I soak it in to get all the blood and meat off of it? I'm afraid the dog will get it and take it and bury it in the back yard. I really want it for a paper weight."
At that point, I about lost it. Never will I look at white pancakes, powdered eggs, sausage, hash browns, red punch. and hash browns without recalling the details overheard while standing in line for breakfast. No wonder ipods are so rampant, you can stick those tiny white buds in your ears and be immune to the topics so freely shared.
