The Food Truck was a big hit. Everyone except graduate students and post-docs chipped in $10. There was complete agreement that the food available at the Food Truck was far superior to the awful $22 boxed lunches provided by the hotel the day before. All things considered, Mr. Big Food and I were out 10 bucks but brought home a 12-pack of sparkling water and some paper plates, so we called it even.

The grocery store deli messed up my meat order– I think they gave me mine and someone else’s– and so we had three pounds more meat than I ordered. No big deal. Believe it or not, these folks know how to eat.

Only one fellow seemed not to know how things are done by Mr. Big Food and I who are in The United States of America and who know how to satisfy the VEG, VEGAN, and GFers. When he gave me his cash he emphasized that he was vegan– so maybe some guacamole? “No.” I do not run a restaurant. I run a food truck and when on Wednesday I map out what the offerings will be, and when on Friday I make adjustments based on what’s available at the store, I am not going to get guac for you, bless your heart. He just didn’t know. Still, that’s awfully bad manners if you ask me.

An interesting aside. There were 22 people on the program, and a few more in attendance. Not a single one asked me what was on the Food Truck menu. That’s probably due to the fact that more than half of these folks have eaten at one or more of our homes over the years.