Cheese the First

This now nation-wide fundraiser, which started with our chapter at the University of Minnesota, provides customers with warm, cheesy sandwiches for delivery. It also ensures that butter will thinly coat the majority of surfaces in the volunteer site, which, as far as we’re concerned, is not a cause for complaint. Some people on campus were so excited for it that they were even asking US about ‘grilled cheese night’ weeks beforehand!! After months (literally) of planning by execs and our fabulous CTF co-chairs, Eileen Jiang and Lauren Ferguson, and after a Costco supply run that involved an absurd amount of bread and pesto (and obviously cheese), we finally got to cookin’. I’d feta tell you, it was a rather grate experience… Too much, I know, but I had to throw some of those in there for the dads who appreciate lame jokes.

It was quite busy for the first two/two and a half hours, and then it slowed down considerably. We still did very well overall and sold over 400 sandwiches in pretty efficient time frames, thanks to the dope driving squads. We definitely found ways of passing the time that we were not busy making and sending out sandwiches: we asked people walking by the room if they wanted grilled cheese, we got on all fours to scrub and pick the marshmallow out of the carpet, and we--not surprisingly--ATE our masterful creations.

It was a wonderful night, partially due to our knowledge that we were doing meaningful work to help support equal educational opportunities to girls around the world, but also simply because of the connection us members have with one another. Laughing together at silly food jokes, stressing together about payment methods, and dancing together to spunky tunes; that, for me, is what makes this organization so meaningful and worthwhile. If we can't enjoy the nitty-gritty details of the work we are doing to try to make the world better, it's still surely important work, but it's not nearly as fulfilling. Cliché statement warning: These are seriously the moments I'll look back on-- whether at 35 or 75-- and feel such admiration, love, and gratitude to have been able to be surrounded by so many strong and resilient women (and one dude-- hey, Matt).

Sending many laser beams of love to everyone reading,

Peyton