A while back I took part in a soup dinner that the women's circle at our church was sponsoring. About 8 of us made different soups and desserts and sold the meals to the church as a fundraiser. I made a bbq/sweet potato soup that is actually quite expensive to make because it has SOOOOO many ingredients. Now, it is good soup. I like it and all, but one of the church members seems to have become obsessed with it.
Something you need to know about CountryTime is that hoarding disease appears to run rampant here. My next door neighbor died at Christmas time and he and his wife had so much stuff in his house (and his body was so large) that the EMT's had to take him out the window because they couldn't get through all of the stuff in his house. We have a church of 150 people and we know of at least 10 members who have hoarding disease. I don't know if it is genetic ties, environmental factors or what, but it is prevalent here.
Anywho, there I was, sitting at home yesterday, folding laundry, minding my own business when the doorbell rang. There on my stoop stood Gayle. Gayle is our most, hmmm, how should I say this? Gayle is our most "eclectic" member. She is extremely smart-our state college system offers free courses to seniors, so she has obtained 3 or 4 degrees. She also makes inappropriate comments to the men in the church ("No one is around so no one would know if we....you know..") Lastly, she is a hoarder. Her car has so much junk piled in it that she has to move things to sit down in it. The papers are piled so high in every seat that they line up with the tops of the headrests. Her house is supposedly worse.
Our very first night in this house Gayle showed up on our doorstep at 9:30 at night, when all of our lights were out, to give us some expired (by 2 years) Gatorade. And there she was again, standing on my doorstep with food in her hands. I opened the door and she shoved 4 sweet potatoes, a bag of northern beans and two bottles of expired Gatorade in my hands. She said, "Here's some sweet potatoes. I want you to make that soup and share it with me." Then, just as quick as she appeared, she turned on her heels and walked away, leaving me holding the food with a stunned expression on my face.
The thing is, I really don't mind cooking for people. If she had asked me politely I would have happily made her some soup. However, Hubby only gets paid twice a month and January was a 5 week month. I also walked into the arts council to ask about why I had not received my January paycheck only to be informed by the new administrative assistant that there was a problem and they hadn't been written yet and they MIGHT NOT BE WRITTEN AT ALL. Are you kidding me? So I really can't afford to make this soup now. I know several of you are going to comment that she is mentally ill and I should cut her some slack, but is it wrong of me to have asked for a please?