The refectory had its own distinct rhythm, where every meal felt like a little event. The food itself was ordinary, but comforting in a way; hearty meats, mashed potatoes, sometimes overcooked vegetables, and the occasional surprise dessert. There was always a bit of a buzz in the air as we’d sit down, eyeing what was on the plates that day.
The bartering for extra desserts was practically an art form! Those who didn't want theirs—usually a pudding, or a square of chocolate cake—quickly became the most popular people at the table. A lot of whispered exchanges or promises for future favors would fly around just to secure an extra helping.
And the nuns who prepared our meals, they were like clockwork, moving quietly in the background, making sure everything ran smoothly. You could see the effort they put in, doing what they could to make each meal as good as possible. There was a kindness in their work, in how they cared about feeding us well, even if it meant rising early and working through the heat of the kitchen.
The Chef and his crew made sure we were taken care of, and in a place that sometimes felt strict and formal, those meals were a small comfort we could always count on.
What are your memories? What were your favorite meals?
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