Christmas Day at the centre

Busy preparing food. There were a lot of cooks in a very small kitchen, but all was happy and productive. I was in charge of the pizza oven plugged in outside. (It's not a proper pizza oven - it's a small oven that you can move around.)

There were just over 20 of us in total with quite a few new people. The students were split fairly evenly between those who were Chinese and those who were African (North and sub-Saharan).

Some people are coming back for Bible Studies. Others are coming for the English classes.

Another good thing was that two young chaps from the church came along to help things along and talk with the students.
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Anonymous said…
A little bit of useless information; I HATE bread and butter pudding. HOWEVER, when made with Panettone, it is moist and really gorgeous. I suppose it could be argued that it isn't strictly bread and butter pudding, rather, Panetonne pudding but apart from exchanging one (quite obvious) ingredient for another, the recipe and method are the same, according to the lady wife.

There you are campers, more evidence of just how this manages to be a really useful blog site.
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Alan said…
We boldly take our stand for truth and say that that is worth knowing.

No, well imagine someone comes to your house and you had planned a bread and butter pudding - especially a wonderful Delia Smith baguette and marmalade bread and butter pudding like I made for a church meal one day - and they say they don't like the stuff. Now you know that you can try Panettone.
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