"I like to eat, eat, eat," choruses young Johnny as he watches Grandma
at work in the kitchen. Wild rice, fried potatoes, fruit salad, frosted
sweet rolls--what a feast! Johnny can hardly contain his excitement. In
no time, he'll be digging in with everyone else, filling his belly with
all this good food.
But wait. First there is the long drive to the community center. And
then an even longer Ojibwe prayer. And then--well, young boys know to
follow the rules: elders eat first, no matter how hungry the youngsters
are. Johnny lingers with Grandma, worried that the tasty treats won't
last. Seats at the tables fill and refill; platters are emptied and then
replaced. Will it ever be their turn? And will there be enough?
As Johnny watches anxiously, Grandma gently teaches. By the time her
friend Katherine arrives late to the gathering, Johnny knows just what
to do, hunger pangs or no. He understands, just as Grandma does, that
gratitude, patience, and respect are rewarded by a place at the
table--and plenty to eat, eat, eat.