Yesterday morning I was up and about early as I'd agreed to bake for a coffee morning in aid of Haiti. A flyer had come round two weeks ago and a friend and I said it sounded like fun.
It was held at the church on the market place, but hosted by the combined churches and WIs of the area. It's one of those where the pews were replaced with chairs some years ago. They'd moved everything and the coffee was being served in the Church itself and in the Hall. The tables all had proper cloths on them and all the crockery was china cups and saucers.
We arrived at 9.30, cakes in hand. They had asked us to label our cakes and mine duly had a nice little sign reading 'Cranberry Cakes'. Quite a lot of the others had a full list of ingredients...and a couple poked fun at the Health and Safety regulations, one said 'Not made in a gluten-free environment'. (I bought some gluten free biscuits with that label on!)
A friendly vicar gave us a bit ofadvice on growing garlic...apparently it thrives round here. Don't ask how we got onto that subject.
When we left there were hundreds of people filling the two rooms, and the donations bottle was overflowing. The atmosphere was lovely.
Another work friend had met us there. Just one. Carol had put up a poster in our department at work a week ago. Miserable buggers. Same thing happens at fundraisers at school. Carol and I always bake, the rest cry off with a range of sad excuses. Every time.Most of these people count watching TV as a hobby, and buying ready made meals as cooking. A couple of them buy shop cakes and give them to the school stall, their excuse being that it's cheaper to buy. I think they're missing the point.