We had a judge for lunch yesterday. Not literally. Probably literally having a judge for lunch would still warrant the death penalty under some little known law. We had a judge in our house yesterday to whom we gave lunch. This is not something that has happened before and I had been wondering earlier in the week what to feed him. At the end of last week our prisoners produced a jail magazine and it had a recipe page in it. Ah ha!
So, we fed the judge, who is very nice and was not wearing his regalia or his wig (to the kids' disappointment) a meal cooked from the jail magazine recipe! Seemed beautifully appropriate and/or ironic. We didn't tell him till afterwards where the recipe had come from but he took it well. He is doubtless responsible for a number of our jail's inmates being in prison (well, no he's not - he didn't commit the crimes, but you know what I mean). The recipe was for chicken marinaded in a concoction including 7 Up (believe it or not) and was actually delicious. It was submitted to the magazine by one of our Education Unit staff. I shudder to think what recipe the prisoners might have come up with had they known it was for a judge.