the case of the missing forks

Anyone who has ever walked within 500 yards of a church building knows about the church kitchen. The church kitchen is run, dominated, and domineered by a pile of permed gray hair with a little lady underneath of it named Mary and her best friends, Ruth, Esther, and Norma.

Their omniscience is often startling and disconcerting. They know exactly how much lemonade was in the canister last week and where the best pot holders are. They know who last walked in the closet by the lingering smell. And they know if you put the tongs in the wrong drawer.

This week, however, something in the church kitchen went wrong. Very very wrong.

The forks went missing.

Not one fork. Or two forks.

But four full trays full of forks. Two hundred, maybe three hundred forks, just went.......missing. No where to be found. No one knowing who might have used them.

No one seems to know where the forks have gone.

Who steals forks?

I just hope they are returned before our Mary & Crew finds out.


Susan Steege said...

This post cracked me up!! We have been blessed at our church. The aging/death of the "kitchen police" as I lovingly referred to them coincided almost perfectly with our new building which included a kitchen. The man who is currently the "kitchen guy" actually sees it as a ministry and volunteers to stock the shelves, is glad when things get used and offers to teach anyone who wants to learn how to use the kitchen and everything in it. It is a HUGE blessing. I must say, however, that ALL the forks missing would throw even this man of God. :-)

alaina said...

Sue, it sounds like you have a good thing going in your kitchen...
It really is a ministry of the church!

Personally, I think a luxury yard forking business got into a budget crunch.

Amy said...

What's with people stealing from the church kitchen? Someone took our travel coffee mugs! And not just any coffee mugs, but the Starbucks coffee mugs that my mom sent to us in London, so not only are they not cheap, but the shipping wasn't either. Something's going down and we've got to stop it.