Prairie View

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

An Elegant Design

We have an unexpected day off from school today because of dangerous windchills.  I'm hoping to get a lot of school work done later today, but for now I'm honoring the hard work of my night editor, who apparently kept churning along while my consciousness surfaced only at brief intervals--too often to suit me, always with nightmarish plant placement dilemmas occupying my half-awake moments. 

I will be sharing here thoughts formed over many years of time.  After a lot of hard work and discussion in a curriculum committee setting, some of them found their way into the documents outlining our school's course of study in science.  Part of the plan created at that time was to plant a pocket prairie on school grounds.  This was to serve as an outdoor learning laboratory that would be close at hand.  Arlyn suggested a spot for it where it's backed by a south-facing wall.  I loved the suggestion, but would never have dared to ask for it there.  The out-back places I visualized early on were needed for play space, were too visible to a drive-by public that would probably not understand their purpose, or were actually not on school property, so my first ideas for location did not work.

I'll spare you further details on why the implementation of that plan has been delayed so long.  Suffice it to say that I've needed more forbearance than I possessed at times.  And this:  significant funding opportunities were lost because no one with certain job/role descriptions agreed to serve on a committee to help develop the area.

I've loved observing the natural vegetation and wild creatures in our spot of the world as long as I can remember.    Others may keep tally of what countries they've visited, what prestigious singing groups they've heard or been part of, which sports figure shines most brightly, or which vehicle is best.  I keep lists of things I've identified locally--grasses, wildflowers, birds, butterflies.  That's part of the story of the formation of these thoughts  "over many years of time."

Another part of the formation story is related to gardening and landscaping.  I've taught classes in both.  While I've seldom met a plant I didn't like (Goatheads--Rocky Mountain sandburs--excepted)  I've especially enjoyed creating various kinds of gardens--always first inside my head, with constantly developing sensibilities about which plants go with what other plants in a given location.  For example, herbs go in a herb garden.  Right?  But some herb combinations make no sense at all for planting in the same garden.  Some herbs need lots of water (irrigation water, in our case) and some die if overwatered.  Some should be close to the kitchen so the cook can dash out for a last-minute garnish or flavor addition to food.  But some kitchen herbs are so aggressive that they aren't safe in a bed with other herbs, so they should be confined to a separate location--probably away from the prized space near the kitchen.  Some are perennial plants.  Others are biennial or annual plants.  Herbs should probably be planted with plants with the same growth cycle.  Consideration of all these variables can be confounding. 

I've designed landscape areas according to traditional design principles, making a concerted effort to use plants that meet design and use criteria and thrive in our climate in the spot where they're placed. At times, I've pushed the boundaries of our climate's limitations, seizing the opportunity provided by a micro-climate created by building structures or neighboring vegetation.  Japanese maples and hydrangeas aren't great choices for our alkaline soils and dry winds, but some varieties, planted in a spot protected from hot south winds, in the shade on the north side of a building can stay reasonably happy and healthy. 

Usually though I don't choose plants for a landscape if I know they'll struggle to survive.  Instead, I choose plants that I know to be related to plants that grow wild in our section of the American prairie, or in similar ecoregions in other parts of the world.  According to one system of classification at least, our ecoregion is called the Great Plains Steppe Province  (synonyms for steppe--Eurasia:  prairie--N. America, pampas--S. America, veldt or velt--Africa).  All are inner-continent grasslands in temperate climates, at moderate elevations, with moderate rainfall.  Experiencing and growing various kinds of gardens is another part of my formation story.

 I've grown many cut flower and food gardens in areas designated for those purposes only.  These are the most high-maintenance garden projects of all--not because of design challenges, but because of the high need for maintenance.  That's another part of the story.

Enter awareness of the elegance of a God-designed prairie.  As is true also of other natural areas, this is the most simple, beautiful, efficient system imaginable.  It survives with zero maintenance.  No watering.  No weeding.  No fertilizing.  No cleanup.  No deciding what plants may come and what plants must go.  Sorting according to suitable soil and climate conditions occurs effortlessly.  Butterflies and birds native to the area find what they need in these natural areas.  Some of the plants have medicinal properties.  Some are simply beautiful.  Some produce nutritious seeds.  Annuals, biennials, and perennials co-exist peacefully.  No one kind of plant overwhelms all others if the prairie is healthy and non-native invaders are absent.  The show is constantly changing as one kind of plant after another comes into its season of glory. 

To anyone who takes time to observe them carefully, natural areas offer a wealth of knowledge and inspiration.  When we know the Creator Who made them, we desire to worship and magnify Him, and we become more like Him in the process.  I think that's a wonderful thing for a God-designed prairie to accomplish.

To be continued. 


Sunday, January 14, 2018

Sunday Wrap Up--January 14, 2018

Blogging is seriously complicated when life gets more and more full of situations that can't be blogged about.  Maybe I need to take a cue from what I've begun to do in my language arts classes.  On one day each week, the students write in their journals a response to a quote which I have posted and spent some time talking about, inviting student discussion.  It's one of my efforts to highlight what I've come to understand as the most important language arts activity:  thinking.  On another day, the students write in their journals on a topic of their choice.  They do this in class for ten minutes.  The "free choice" day is what I'm thinking of incorporating into blogging activity.

What I am considering is adding a private blog--not open to the public.  It would serve as a record of the thoughts that I'm not ready to offer for public consumption.  The main concern is to protect the privacy of others, but other reasons enter in as well.  I'd have to figure out first how a private blog works, of course, and I probably need to figure out why I'm thinking of blogging privately as opposed to simply producing word documents.  I think it has something to do with blogging preserving the notion of writing as communication rather than simply writing as thinking.  It could contain the sort of material that might eventually find its way into publication in a better-organized, more carefully worded format.  I could paste email content into the blog, since that is often the form in which communication on some more sensitive topics takes place now.

And now I've gone a short ways down the rabbit trail of wondering how I could nurture among students the desire to communicate by way of writing.  Maybe they'd like a chance to share what they write about in their journals.  I've never offered them the opportunity.


Facebook has recently reminded me about something that I've blogged about in some far-off time--the unhealthy and impossible task of insisting on keeping control of a narrative involving actual events, some of which are not commendable.  I have no personal acquaintance with any of the people involved in the recent Facebook narrative, and certainly no desire to add to the pain that is already present.  What I would like to do is to point out some of the unintended results of seeking to "control the narrative" in hopes that people can avoid this pitfall.

1.  Scolding people for gossiping makes all people who hear the scolding but have not heard the "gossip" wonder what is being withheld in the "official" version.

2.  People who have been praying about the situation begin to feel less sympathy for all involved if they have reason to believe that those giving out information have not been entirely forthcoming.  "Frightened and sorrowful" is a lot easier to rally around than "self-protective and harsh."  I understand that not all the details of a person's failures need to be recounted on Facebook, but actively squelching what is accurate but not laudatory could conceivably interfere with a quick resolution in a missing person case.     

3.  A missing person situation usually benefits from the widest possible publicity.  I may not be typical, but I'm a lot more likely to read and act on a personal message from a trusted friend than to simply read and pass on a "poster" from an official source that I have no connection with.  It's counter-productive, I believe, to insist on only "official" information being passed on.  It might make sense if you're in law enforcement, but if you're part of a praying Christian community, personal messages have a place.


Today was a comparatively mild day, but we're headed into the deep freezer again, with sub-zero temps predicted.  The very thin snow cover mostly melted today.  Children got lots of play mileage out of that inch or so of snow last week, with the assistance of howling winds that piled it up a bit in some places.  The snow had quit by mid-morning, but the morning trip to work and school was not without hazard.  In Hutchinson, a number of accidents were reported, with one particular problem highlighted in news reports.  Apparently a number of stop signs were broken off by vehicles that slid into them when they tried to stop at the crossings where the signs were posted.  Visibility was poor because of blowing snow during the morning commute.

This morning after church I had a little trouble getting enough traction to leave my parking spot when I was ready to go home.  It turns out that it doesn't take much snow at all to create travel challenges.  I always worry about teenage drivers and mothers with small children who drive to school on typical school mornings and probably must do so on snowy days as well.  For their sakes and for my own, I'd probably be more quick to cancel or delay school than the men around me are.  Nevertheless I'm glad it's not my responsibility to make such decisions, and I always end up trusting their judgement and venturing out, driving slowly and praying hard.  I presume that's what others are doing as well.


This morning at church two grandpas announced the birth of a new grandchild.  Joe Yoder announced that Danny and Kathy had a new daughter named Brooklyn Kate, and Marvin Yutzy announced that Justin and Jessica had a son named Samuel James, who was born in South Carolina where his parents live.  I recognized the "James" part of the name as a namesake for the baby's maternal grandfather, who was a student of mine when I taught school in Ohio. Grandpa James is a brother to our bishop Dwight.


 Flu keeps making its rounds here, although we haven't had great swaths of students missing school.  I heard that both teachers Glenda and Tony were sick over the weekend, and know now that Tony does not expect to be there tomorrow.


The Pleasantview Activity Center is nearing completion and plans are to have it ready for use at Hannah and Nelson's wedding reception on February 10.

I think this must be a record--two full-time Pilgrim staff members getting married during the same school term, plus one part-time teacher.


Kaylene Martin is spending several weeks at Pilgrim, helping with teaching in various ways.  She is a Faith Builders student.  I presume that she's in the teacher training program.


I feel at home already in my new classroom at school.  I especially like having a roomier space for the student desks.  A few of the old routines needed some tweaking to accommodate a different environment, but the needed adjustments are going fairly smoothly too.


My sister Clara's wedding to Paul Stoltzfus is scheduled for June 24.  My nephew Benji Mast plans to marry Janae Miller on June 2.

Benji is teaching speech at Pilgrim this semester.

Mark and Rose Nissley and some of their children returned from a trip to visit Mark's sister's family in Africa recently.  Mark told an interesting story this morning about his lost telephone which was found by a Muslim lady in desperate straits with a seriously ill child.  Mark got his phone back and the woman's son got prayed for in a miraculous series of events which we heard recounted.  Rose has some facial bruises that she acquired when an ocean wave slammed her onto the ocean floor, with her cheekbone bearing the brunt of the impact.

They had gone to the ocean near a fishing village.  The village people don't play in the water.  I think Rose has an idea now why that might be the case.  I know that I am far too ignorant about beaches and oceans to be aware of many of the dangers. I didn't even know it was possible to suffer injuries from waves making you collide with the ocean floor.  Isn't the sand supposed to be soft and fun to bury your toes in?

I do have an excuse for my ignorance about oceans.  Central Kansas is a long ways from an ocean.


Ruthie is about to head out for CBS, but will just miss her brother Jonny who will return from Faith Builders at about the same time she leaves.  Their sister Rosene plans to leave in about three weeks to serve as assistant dean of women.


More young men are needed to serve in the CASP program in February.

Shane reports that he learned in an Interfaith Housing board meeting recently just how significantly Hands of Christ and CASP has affected the work of Interfaith Housing in a good way.

Paul Yoder reports that a group of local Old Order Amish young people are planning a week-long "missions trip" to work in Hutchinson, working part of the time on Hands of Christ projects.

Shane's business is a housing business (arranging and managing rentals, renovations, and real estate transactions and investments) and he also serves on the Hands of Christ board.  He sees a lot of good working together among various agencies and entities in Hutchinson, addressing what has been identified as one of Hutchinson's significant challenges--access to good housing.

Saturday, January 06, 2018

Images I Want to Remember

I haven't blogged for a long time--perhaps for the longest interval ever.  Many of my thoughts, words, and efforts have been directed toward people and situations close at hand, and time and energy for reflection and recording don't extend far beyond them.  This morning when I saw the pink in the western sky (this is not a mistake), I knew, however, that I wanted to write about some of the things I've been noticing that give me pleasure.

1.  Every morning and evening sky has color in connection with the rising or setting of the sun.  Always.  This color even shows up in the sky in the opposite direction from where the main color action happens.  My classroom windows at school face east.  When I see the pink in the eastern sky, I know it's time to head home (driving southwest) so that I won't miss the sunset.

My computer location at home gives me a view to the west.  When I see the pink there in the morning, I know it's time to check the progress of the sunrise from the east windows.  I love to catch the sun in its appearing or disappearing moments, but the brightest sky colors happen well ahead of the sun's appearance and well after its disappearance.

2.  For the first time ever, I saw two doves cuddled tight against each other for a long time on a bare branch of the locust tree outside our house.  It was a raw, windy day, but the sun was shining, and they quietly soaked up its rays in companionable fashion.  They were Eurasian Collared Doves.  They come in somber colors.

3.  Our cat has a morning routine I didn't know about till now.  She sits in a certain spot in the backyard every morning to wait for whatever small rodent might be cruising nearby under the canopy of last year's Vinca major foliage.  I've observed her laser-like focus and pointed ears, and after one such time, Hiromi found her soon afterward on the other side of the house with a mouse in her mouth.  I missed the capture.

4.  The New Year's Day supermoon was a phenomenon worth calling the grandchildren to see.  In spite of bitterly cold weather, they stood at the front door of their house (we were there that evening), opened it wide, and exclaimed over the huge golden circular sky ornament suspended just above the horizon. I hope to enjoy the blue moon when it shows up at the end of this month.

5.  Tristan is old enough to help make the food for our annual New Year Day Japanese food feast.  He pinches gyoza wrappers like a pro.   And Shane can roll sushi like a pro.  Hiromi has always been a pro at Sukiyaki.  And I finally have recipes that will help make preparation of all of these foods a smoother operation in the future.

6.  Pulling taffy at school as the last activity before dismissal for vacation was a success.  I got randomly paired with Beau who boasted that ours would be the best taffy ever.  I grinned at what was probably an effort to let everyone know that he would not be dismayed by having to team up with the oldest person there, and a teacher at that.  Beau was right though.  We finished first, had no problems with stickiness or stringiness or it getting overly hard to pull or so soft that it threatened to puddle on the floor.  It was white and not too hard to cut, and sooo delicious.

I think part of the genius of our success lay in the fact that while we were waiting for it to cool, and others were pushing theirs around in the pans to get it to cool faster, Beau simply took our pan and ran around the school building twice.  After the second round it was just right.  I assure you that I would never have thought of this way of perfecting the outcome.

7.  The candlelit Christmas Eve service at church was amazing, consisting of beautiful congregational singing of one lovely carol after another, interspersed with Scripture reading.

8.  Christmas dinner at my brother Ronald's place in Labette County with family and friends involved a short trip for Hiromi and me, Shane's family, and Linda and Anthony.  Hiromi and I went with Shane's family and I came back with Linda and Anthony the next day.  Ronald and Brenda had also invited several friends from the community.  In the afternoon we went to see the place that Christopher and Rachel have purchased recently, as well as the place that Aaron and Megan now own.  A good trip, good food, good reconnecting, and good conversation.  What's not to like about this?

9.  My long-time co-teacher Norma got married a week ago today.  She and her new husband will live in Partridge in the house just vacated by my sister Linda.  The wedding was a grand celebration, and much happiness and loveliness was in evidence.

10.  Our daughter-in-law Hilda was able to come for the wedding, having been a close friend of Norma's.  She arrived home safely, in good health, in spite of having been with all of us who had the flu before and after New Year Day when she spent most of the day with us.

11.  Grant's family gave Hiromi and me each a small pillow for Christmas--just the right size for a side-sleeper like me to cuddle with at night.  Wyatt had helped to stitch the words Grandma and Grandpa on the back of the pillows--one label for each.  That's quite an accomplishment for a restless, all-boy almost-four-year-old.

12.  Favorite quote from Carson (4) in the middle of the flu miseries at their house, after many refusals to answer when his mother asked what she can do for him--delivered in solemn deliberate emphatic tones:  "I'm quite rather uncomfortable."


I haven't been able to smile all the time in the past number of weeks, of course.  It's the season of the year between the death of each of my parents in recent years.  Mom died on January 12, 2015, after having entered the hospital at Christmas time just before then, and Dad on November 22, 2016.  The holiday season is filled with those memories for us since then.

Hiromi's sister Chee and her husband Smitty have had increasing health problems and will probably relocate soon to a facility where their needs can be met more adequately.  They're in their mid-80s and have so far lived in their own home.  This year, for the first time, they could not make it to our New Year Day celebration.  Chee has always helped prepare the food too.  Hiromi took food to them in Sterling so they could enjoy it nonetheless.  On Wed., when he didn't have to go to work, he took fresh ingredients, and cooked up a fresh meal in their home.  No appetite and too little eating has been one of their problems, but on that day they both ate well, with pleasure.

On the day Hiromi cooked for his sister and her husband I was at home sick with the flu and could not go, although I had helped make some preparations the day before.  The first day was the worst, and I felt almost completely recovered by noon the following day.  It must have been the same flu that kept Shane and Dorcas awake all night one night, while they and their three children took turns throwing up.  They estimated that they may have ratcheted up a record of 25 or so puking incidents.
Unfortunately this happened in the middle of the Christmas in Kansas for the Kuepfer family, so the sickness kept traveling to other family gatherings and other states afterward, in spite of their efforts to stay home to keep from exposing others.  Shane got a substitute to sing at the wedding in his place because of the flu.

The location of my classroom at school has changed.  I am now in Room 12, the second room from the front door, with windows facing north.  I lament having to give up the view from my former classroom, with its bright morning sunshine, and its view of trees and fields and Vernon and Lena's well-kept front yard--now Vernon's only since Lena died several weeks ago.  From there I also see the arrival of parents for the after-school pick-up of students.  What I see now is bad grass, bare ground, chain link fencing, business buildings, and highway and railroad traffic.  This time of year no sunshine reaches the windows, ever.  I'm  not sure how my window plants will fare.  The re-location is happening for good reasons, however, and I believe those good reasons will balance the negatives.  This location means that I will never be "locked out" of my classroom and work space as happens regularly  now.

Our winter weather has gotten very cold recently, with multiple days of lows in the single digits, and sub-zero temperatures several nights.  Ice skating is happening.  No snow has accumulated, and no significant rain has fallen recently.  We are in an extended drought.  The weather pattern looks likely to continue, with warmer weather on the way, but no significant moisture for the remainder of the month.

School starts again on Monday.  I have many miles to go today to get ready.

Saturday, November 11, 2017

Gyoza Meal

This post is about an event Hiromi and I hosted Wednesday night at our church kitchen.  Our small group from church were the guests--working guests.  It's full of details, so consider yourself warned--in case you're averse to such details.

The main event was preparing and consuming gyoza, the name for the Japanese dumplings we always eat on New Year's Day and at other times.  Preparation requires a lot of handwork, so we really needed the help that was offered us--after we asked for it, actually--full disclosure here.

Our church kitchen is still relatively new, and the large central island was a perfect work station for a dozen or more people to work on the same project at the same time.

We cooked the gyoza in an electric skillet at each of four different tables, at which the guests were seated.  The skillets were fired up after prayer.  We remembered our pastors who are in India right now--Lowell among them--on his birthday. 

Besides the gyoza, people had brought in cooked rice and prepared leafy vegetable salads,  minus the dressing. 

Chinese cabbage is one of the main gyoza ingredients.  What we used came from our garden.  Bulk sausage is another main ingredient.  We're fortunate enough to have two pork producers in our small group--Jordan Nisly and Oren Yoder's family.  Since Jordan's ready supply of sausage was temporarily depleted, we used Oren's.  It may have been produced on Shane's farm, where I grew up.  The gyoza skins (very simple flat three inch dough circles made of flour and water) came ready-made from an Asian grocery store in Wichita.  Nelson and Hannah picked them up several days before when they went to Wichita for another purpose.  We also used a few wonton skins/wrappers from Dillons in Hutch--to  make the qyoza filling and the skins come out even.  These are about the same size, but square, and containing eggs and other ingredients besides flour and water.  They worked OK too, despite my fears that the thinner skins would tear in the frying pan.

The rest of the ingredients came from Walmart and from our supply at home.  Miso paste, rice vinegar, soy sauce, and sesame oil (made from toasted seeds) are things we always keep on hand.  The miso salad dressing we served looked like thin peanut butter and tasted quite lively by itself.  We could have used more salad and more dressing. 

The gyoza (dumplings) are first fried on both sides in sesame oil.  Then a bit of water is added and, with a tight-fitting lid in place, the steam finishes cooking the gyoza.  Each person has a small bowl of dipping sauce in which the gyoza are dipped before eating with plain rice. 

The salad as a side dish was our idea--not a standard Japanese meal ingredient.  We did also serve kimchee, Korea's most famous pickled vegetable, but it's very popular in Japan as well.  The Chinese cabbage for the kimchee came from our garden also.  Hiromi makes our kimchee in a short fermentation process--not unlike sauerkraut (on steroids, as James put it).  In Korea, the process can be many months long, with the container buried underground for the duration. 

Hiromi had done almost all the preparation ahead of the event at home, except for the assembly of the gyoza.  I had assembled recipes and made grocery and supplies lists and prepared and distributed information and invitations beforehand.  When I got home from school, I consulted the lists of things to take to church and helped gather and load those, and we were off.  Others arrived around 6:00 and we started eating around 7:00.  Hiromi paid for the sausage and the gyoza skins, It was a fun evening--the kind that we could not possibly have pulled off without a lot of help. 

One milestone for this gathering is that it was the first time that Titus and Sheri's brand new baby, Kayden Tate, has been present at our small group gathering.  LaVon and Twila's family could not attend because a number of them were sick.  Crist was sick too, and Mae stayed home with him.  Amos and Anne no longer go away much in the evening, so they were absent also.  Present were more than a half dozen strapping young men with big appetites. 


For my own records especially, I'm posting the gyoza meal recipes and notes below:


1 lb. loose sausage
2 c. finely chopped Chinese cabbage
½ c. green onion, finely sliced–including tops
1 T. grated ginger root
2 t. sesame oil (made from toasted seeds)
½ t. salt
1 ½  t. soy sauce
2 cloves garlic, chopped or pressed

Gyoza wrappers (This meat mixture will probably make about 1 ½ pack–75 in a pack.)

Chop Chinese cabbage and mix with salt.  Allow to rest and then drain off liquid before measuring and mixing with other ingredients.

Combine all meat, vegetables, and seasonings. 

Place one rounded teaspoon (or as much as the wrapper will hold) in the center of each wrapper.  Moisten the edge of the wrapper with water.  Fold the wrapper in half and pinch the edges together.
Place assembled gyoza on parchment paper while they wait.  They will stick to almost anything else.
 Brown in dark sesame oil.  After second side is browned, put a small amount (about ½ cup?) of water in the pan with the gyoza and cover it immediately.  Let it steam until all the water cooks away and the steam is gone.

Serve with a sauce and eat with rice.

We made four batches of filling and filled about 400 skins/wrappers (for 32 people in our small group).


Gyoza Sauce Recipe

½ c. soy sauce
1/4 c. rice vinegar
4 t. sesame oil
2-4 drops “hot” oil*
2 cloves garlic, minced

Yield: about 2/3 cup.

*Sesame oil to which powdered hot pepper has been added.


Miso Salad Dressing

1 rounded tablespoon white or yellow miso*
1 tablespoon seasoned rice vinegar
1 tablespoon fresh lime juice
½ teaspoon grated fresh ginger
1 small garlic clove; pressed, minced or put through a press
Pinch of cayenne
2 tablespoons dark sesame oil
2 tablespoons peanut oil or grapeseed oil (will use light sesame oil instead)
2 tablespoons plain low-fat yogurt (can substitute sour cream)

Combine the miso, vinegar, and lime juice in a small bowl and whisk together. Add the remaining ingredients and whisk until amalgamated. You can also mix this in a blender.
Toss with the salad of your choice.

Yield: ½ cup

*White and yellow miso are less salty than red miso.


1.  Instead of a small bowl for mixing, a pint jar with a lid will also work.

2.  Shaking the jar might work almost as well as whisking.

3.  I used ReaLime.

4.  We made four batches of dressing, and used about 3/4 of it for 32 people who ate at the tables. 

5.  Seasoned rice vinegar has sugar and salt added–in ratios that are good with vegetables.

Gyoza Facebook Post

That went by fast. In short order 400 gyoza (Japanese meat-and-vegetable) dumplings down someone's hungry hatch. We had great fun assembling them together and eating while the cooking happened at the tables. It was our church's monthly "small groups" night.

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Joel Iwashige I heard some enthusiastic reviews. 😀

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Rebecca Crockford I want to see photos and recipes!

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Miriam Iwashige I didn't take pictures, so they would have to come from someone else's device. The recipes I could manage--probably some time posted to my blog. Maybe I can link it here when/if that happens.

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Angela Yoder I can share a few photos

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Miriam Iwashige Yay Angela. Thanks so much for sharing the pictures.

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Lois Mast Looks delish!

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Joanna Yoder It was a wonderful evening meal and fun activity to do together! Were there really 400? Amazing. Love to see Hiromi share.

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Miriam Iwashige Hiromi calculated this number from knowing how many wrapper packets we emptied and used.

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Angela Yoder I’m pretty sure it was the yummiest small group meal we’ve had.

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