09/04/2025
SOMEONE 🤔😆picked out a few of our volunteers and wrote a thing. I'm not offended by being called a lunatic. The person who wrote this has called me a hippie and gave me the nickname hot pants recently. I've been called worse. It's all terms of endearment. The kitchen on a Sunday morning can get a little hectic, especially since we cook with our hearts, very often saying "hey, I have a can of this or a box of that, what can we do with it?" "Do you think we can substitute this with that?" "How do you think this would taste if we added it to that dish?"
Edit: I don't know why people think somebody was being mean because the guy who wrote this is actually in the poem. He's one of my volunteers. Thanks for coming to my defense, I guess, but you guys! This is a good thing! Nobody's mad at anybody!
The team of lunatics they call The Eclipse Project,
Gathers each Sunday, on a single, noble cause:
To feed the hungry with a side of kitchen flair,
A chaotic ballet, beyond all mortal compare.
First, there's Michon, the leader, bless her heart,
Trying to keep her wild bunch from falling apart.
She's the calm eye in a hurricane of spoons,
While everyone else hums their own ridiculous tunes.
In the kitchen, a culinary clown car unfolds,
With Bob and Eric, chefs brave and bold.
One adds a cup of pepper, the other a pound of salt,
"A little extra flavor! It's not our fault!"
They're like two mad scientists, cackling with glee,
Creating a stew of glorious, absurd history.
And Carol joins in, a blur of motion and mirth,
Making sure their creations are at least from this Earth.
And Beth, with a whisk and a sly, knowing grin,
Sneaks in a secret ingredient—where to even begin?
Then there's Jerry, Michon's right-hand man, you see,
A master of Tetris for the food-loading spree.
He'll cram ten gallons of chili and a fifty-pound sack,
Into a van that looks like it's about to crack.
He's a loading legend, a true feat of might,
Making sure nothing falls out... maybe.
On the serving line, a theatrical stage appears,
Where Danielle serves up food and banishes fears.
With a flourish and a wink, she dishes out the food,
And washes the dishes with a very silly mood.
Thomas is her sidekick, a server with pep,
Smiling and dancing with every single step.
And Sue, oh Sue! She's a whirlwind of fun,
Doing a thousand things before the day is done.
She'll tell a funny story while making sandwiches you see.
Or tell jokes to the folks between all the scenes.
So when Sunday arrives, in the kitchen's warm light,
The Eclipse Project is a hilarious, wonderful sight.
They're a bunch of weirdos, a nutty, loud crew,
But their love is the best part of all that they do.
