Korean Camp rides again

I'm volunteering at Korean Camp this year. I'm in the kitchen. It's kicking my ass. I made LITERALLY 3200 cups of rice yesterday. Today. I made more.

It's Claire's first year and she wasn't thrilled about going. Until after the first day, when she declared for all, "I LOVE CAMP!!!" So that's that.

I'm in the kitchen again tomorrow. I will have most likely made rice for every adopted Korean kid in Minnesota if not the whole Midwest. I hate rice. I hate washing rice. I hate scooping rice. I hate cooking rice. I hate serving rice. I hate eating rice. I.HATE.RICE.

The kitchen coordinator called me and my girlfriend, who also happens to be adopted Korean, the "Rice girls". I told him, "THIS is the only place you can call me that without me kicking you in the groin." I think he laughed. I know I did.

And it starts all again tomorrow. There'll be more later...but I'm so tired. I'm going to bed. To probably dream about stupid rice.