The food bank that I volunteer at is in the basement of an old nunnery. I always like to think that some spirits of sisters are helping with the cooking. The kitchen is in a room not meant to be a kitchen, and we have learned to squeeze and slither to get past each other in the cramped spaces.
Our pots are 3 and 4 gallons. We’re fairly well stocked with the accoutrements, although I bring my own knife, fish sauce, and any spices we’re out of.
When I arrive around 8:30am, I have no idea what will be available to cook with–everyday it’s a bit different. Onions and potatoes are the only fresh ingredients assured to be on hand. There’s usually some form of protein thawing, but it’s always about half frozen.
Thus begins the treasure hunt, as I start rummaging through the various refrigerators and shelves seeking some jewel ingredients. During the hunt I start forming a recipe in my head. The process is like some culinary game game show. Good fun.
Soup Kitchen Recipes 