Long-time readers know I am devoted to the notion of Fastnachts for Fat Tuesday. This year I made them the night before since I have to be on the road by 7am. I was not about to get up at 3am to make them. The one year I got up at the butt-crack of dawn to make fastnachts they did not turn out well.
This year a big bag of fresh, greasy fastnachts to share with coworkers helped grease the social machinery though. It's been hard to get to know folks at work since my time is split between two large buildings and communication is somewhat lacking. Three of the teachers in close proximity to the library have been kind and supportive so I shared with them and with the crew of ladies I am a part of who gets to do cafeteria duty every morning. We have to herd 600 kids through breakfast in half an hour...no easy task...and generally thankless....not to mention rather revolting at times. Fastnachts for all the ladies seemed to be an appreciated little treat during that duty. I've appreciated the ones who have been kind to me.
I had to giggle when on of the cafeteria ladies who speaks very little English came chattering at me animatedly in Spanish. One of the other ladies asked me if I understood what she was saying. I said more or less that I was getting that she thought they were rich and yummy and even though I offered sugar to shake them in she was happy without it. The one who would translate smiled and gave me the thumbs up. Food bridges language barriers pretty nicely sometimes.
Later in the day I had a young student come to me and say in halting English that he had a Valentine for me. It was a little package of conversation hearts. Well, shucks....then it was time for me to be surprised.