Author Kevin Smokler said to me with a half way shrug and smile, "Once again, there's nothing for the Jews," as he watched guests eat pulled pork sandwiches at the Litquake Opening Night VIP after party. We were in the va-va-voom gorgeous red Lodge space at the Regency Center.
"Uh!" I countered, "There's some nice cheese platter stuff going on, too. But yes, you've got a point." While the pork may not have pleased Kevin (he did confess that pulled turkey would've made him happy), the rest of the party attendees were for the most part digging in. It was almost 11:30, and they must've been tired and hungry after a night of performing.
I watched groups huddle over the food, and was looking to see how people reacted while eating. It may have seemed rude of me to dart around the room, looking at hands and faces to see reactions. I wasn't wearing a tell tale chef's coat or other service attire, so it wasn't obvious that I was the caterer.
The signs they gave off were most pleasing. Seeing sighs, licked lips, and smiles put me more at ease. Catering should never be a relaxing venture, but it is oddly fun to me. I signed on to do the catering at the last minute because I care about Litquake as a cause, but I did have at least one ulterior motive. I wanted to see the Opening Night performers and VIPs eat my food. It's really our food-Oscar deserves the biggest of shout outs for helping me shop and be otherwise strong and supportive. By strong I mean yes, he was putting away catering tables and gear at the end of the night.