Dinner Served In A Trough

My comments about eating from a trough have necessitated further explanation. I do apologize for leaving everyone in the dark about this. Actually, we took about forty pictures and all of ’em came out looking something like this:

Wait! Wha’s goin’ on? Wha’s happenin’ with Blogger? I don’t have access to putting pictures up, anymore! Help! Help! My blog is closin’ in on me! Anybody know how to get back to where I can post pictures? I’ve lost most of my blogger capabilities.

Oh, mayaaaannn! I’m sorry; back to the trough dinner. I really have lost a lot of access on my blog and I don’t know how to get it back, but I’ll try and ‘splain the trough situation.

If you didn’t read my last post and have no idea what I’m talking about, you can read it here: I Ate From A Trough!

Imagine a long wooden box, without a top; about 12 feet long, one foot high and one foot wide. The box is lined on the inside with aluminum foil. Now, imagine someone taking a huge pot full of food and spreading it inside the box. To some degree, they then separated the different foods that were all cooked together; potatoes here, then corn, carrots, cabbage, etc.

As in some kitchens, people were assigned to dish the foods from the trough, into each person’s plate, according to what they wanted or didn’t want of the mixture. The chuck wagon was nearby and more food was being cooked, Cream Can Style. The cream cans were the very same type where milk is stored on a farm. They’re huge and they were used to cook lots and lotsa’ food. I believe a dozen cream cans full of food were cooked for the crowd.

Now, although my pictures are far from good, I was gonna’ post at least a couple of ’em. However, Blogger has taken away my ability to post pictures. I hope that my description of the trough has helped you understand what fun it was to be served in such a manner. Sure wish you coulda’ been there. You woulda’ loved it.

Until the next time, keep a hug on.

~ Yaya

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2 thoughts on “Dinner Served In A Trough

  1. Hi Laura. Yes, that's 'xactly what I thought when they first told me about it. Its funny how many routes of escape you can think of when you don't know what to expect.On the other hand, I did do that once… sort of. I hadda' keep my hands behind my back whilst eating pie in a pie-eating contest. When they blew the whistle to start, someone behind me shoved my face into my plate. Since it was all over my face anyway, I dug in and won. I did have my own plate, though, thank goodness. ~ Yaya

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