It was a privilege to cook some sausages recently. Yep,..a little gang of us gathered outside a supermarket and cooked some sausages. It was a rip-snorter of a day even if the weather wasn’t exactly tropical.
One of us cut the onions, another made sure the sauce bottle squirted, another was in charge of the cash, while I simply turned over the sausages until they went some very interesting colours. Thanks to the lack of my culinary skills some of them went a little darker than perhaps I might have liked.
Then there was a little catchphrase. Not “Hi my name’s David. I’ll be your Masterchef for the day.” Rather it went “Would you like onions,… sauce … tomato or BBQ…?? Thanks for that, have a great day.”
We made more cash than what I thought we would have and that was nice. But that was not the most important thing. We cooked a lot of sausages and people ate them and everything and that was marvellous. But that was not the most important thing either. We were well supported by the supermarket and by the community… and by each other . Ah, …now we’re getting close to what was really the most important thing.
The most important thing was a relational thing. The encounters with people I knew and the ones where I just got to do my little mantra of ‘Sauce, onions and Thank you’. That was by far the most enjoyable and the most essential part.