Yes, after the hype over my church’s international banquet last Saturday, I took some pictures, so here they are.
First, a “before” picture. After Leive chopped up the veggies, she put them in containers and marked which recipes they were for. A good move for such a busy day. In fact, she didn’t have time to fix the plantains and the ginataan, so I think she won’t do as much, the next time we participate in something like this.
Here, from front to back, is the yellow rice, pancit bihon, halang-halang, and pancit guisado, with the lumpias in the distance. Our friend Sherry is getting a helping; since Gene and Rezia were on vacation, Sherry said she was taking Rezia’s place. I proposed making her an honorary Filipino, but she didn’t like the idea!
A closer look at two of my favorites, the halang-halang and pancit guisado.
And now the other end of the table. here we have white rice, lumpias (egg rolls), escabeche fish, and chicken adobo. The escabeche turned out to be a big hit with our African guests.
Once we filled up the table, there wasn’t room for any decorations, except for the sign that looks like a Philippine flag. I went to sample the other tables, but by the time I finished, there wasn’t any room left on my plate for what Leive cooked! Therefore, I had to wait until the next day to try any of the Philippine goodies. Well, I guess that’s only fair to those who can’t have them as often as I do. The guests made short work of the lumpias (as expected), and Leive gave away the rest of the rice, pancit bihon and adobo, but we still brought home enough leftovers to last us at least a week.
Now let’s see what the other church members brought. I love curry, so of course I made a stop at the Indian table.
From Hawaii, we had sponge cake.
The cooking that represented the United States was authentic Cajun. We had pots of gumbo and dirty rice for that.
And here are the hosts at the Israeli table. They offered three Middle Eastern standbys: couscous, hummus and kugel.
Denise Djassayor represented the West African nation of Togo. She made dumplings and a stew containing beef and cabbage. As you can see, she was nearly finished serving by the time I arrived to try some.
The Kenya table didn’t fill you up, but told a story. Most of the table was covered with crafts from that nation. For food, all that they had was some beans and cabbage and ugali, a local porridge made from cornmeal. The lesson is that a lot of Kenyans don’t have much to eat besides that, and they are in danger of starving if the current drought in East Africa doesn’t end soon.
After we ate, Denise demonstrated a traditional African dance, where all the ladies go around in a circle. You can see her on the left, while in Leive is in the front.
Among our guest were two Wycliffe missionaries, John and Janice Jenkins. I know the Wycliffe organization quite well, because a few years ago, they built a new headquarters for themselves in Narcoossee, FL (the address says “Orlando,” but they are so far southeast of the airport that it might as well be Narcoossee), and my parents did volunteer work there. The first pcture shows the table they set up, showing some of the Bibles they helped translate; except for Pidgin English, I have not heard of any of those languages. He doubles as an aircraft mechanic and a computer technician, and most of their work has been done in Senegal and Cameroon.
Finally, an old friend of the church, Steve Correll, came to lead a healing service. Here he is before he started praying over us. What a night we had!