Service Reflections

Please read Jenny Gratton’s reflection on a Fathers day activity – Jenny is a Co-ordinator from SHARE in Summer Hill and they have 150 children everyday.

“How sweet it is.’’

Story of a father day gift…

We had been thinking about a fathers days project for some time and had contemplated picked onions, however upon reflection decided that was possibly gunna be a bit of a tear jerker, so it was decided to do preserved lemons instead.

Rationale/learning outcome: it was something that would last, they keep for 12 months in the fridge, it could/would get Dads into the kitchen, children could learn about exotic food cultures, the history of lemons, like did you know the origin of the lemon is unknown, though lemons are thought to have first grown in Assam (a region in northeast India), northern Burma or China. A study of the genetic origin of the lemon reported it to be hybrid between bitter orange (sour orange) and citron.

How hard is this we thought? Well it got bigger than Ben Hur! 150 jars arrived from Kmart..thank god for on line ordering! All the jars had to be sterilised, lids in included. 4 boxes of lemons, huge quantities of salt, after all that is what preserves them, bay leaves, cinnamon sticks and cloves. Lemons cut into 1/8th, sprinkled with salt and then litres of lemon juice squeezed. Once that was organised we started at the beginning of the line.

Get a jar, write your name on the lid in masking tape, get some lemon segments and put decoratively  into the jar, however keep in mind we are dealing with children so they got shoved, pushed, squeezed and generally mangled into the jar, spices added, topped up with lemon juice and the lids slammed on. Put on the table….next…… 2 weeks of this and then this week it was ….add the label, put into pretty carry bag, add recipes and 5 ways to use preserved lemons and take home for Sunday. Happy days.

However after all of this effort not all Dads are happy with their child’s gift….’’nah don’t want that we will never eat it’’. ‘’ Leave it here we will pick it up later’’, (sub text  “nah don’t want that we will never eat it’’) Most, however, have embraced their child’s foray into a new food experience and have been happy to take home the sticky salty jar which will probably sit in the pantry until the lid rusts and it hits the bin. Still what do they say…? It’s not the destination but the journey.

So to all those Dads out there, Happy Father Day, enjoy your gift and remember wash off the salt before eating.

Oh….. now I have to remember to do a lesson plan, observations, photos reflections, critical reflections, Facebook, twitter, Instagram, and stick up a poster…..

So what was your father’s day story at your service?