The Priesthood, of course, chose a typically superficial theme: Christmas Morning. The highlight of the activity would be a ward waffle breakfast produced by the Elder's Quorum. Men preparing food for others in large quantities is traditionally a risky venture. The EQ would requisition an army of electric wafflemakers from ward members and make fresh waffles live using “just-in-time” production technology, with nothing mixed or prepared in advance! How dare they! It will never work!
Everybody knows that a successful ward party dinner requires instantly producing all edible food immediately on banquet tables and making anxious hungry ward members queue up in long snaky lines; while they are talking to the family in line in front of them about the weather, their minds are running wild with worry about whether or not the gourmet macaroni and cheese on the second table will be gone by the time they reach it. Furthermore, to make the evening as authentic as possible, they would ask all the primary children to wear their pajamas!
The Elder's quorum crew arrived only 30 minutes before the rest of the ward. By zero hour they had several wafflemakers running full speed pumping out edible treasures at record pace. While young parents took their jammie-bearing children to see Santa in the Relief Society room, more mature couples had their fill of fresh hot waffles with syrup, whipped cream, butter, and blueberries, brought to their tables by missionaries serving in more than one context. By the time Santa left the house and the younger half of the ward filtered into the cultural hall, they were greeted with a fresh tranche of hot steamy hot waffles with all the trimmings. Furthermore, now that all the children were wearing their pajamas, it was home and conveniently straight into bed, with minimal bedtime drama.
Priesthood accidental planning had produced a memorable ward party. All of this primal planning germinated in hearts and heads of the brethren. Men can cook, plan and produce. Now it is time for our sisters to believe. Blessings come only after the trial of faith. Blessed are the women of our ward.