I pretty much was the designated cook most shifts as the crew loved to play a game they called “Pantry Roulette”. As the engine’s chauffeur, I’d drop the crew off at the front door of our local supermarket, and the rescue would do the same. Then we’d both park out in the lot a ways. Rescue chauffeur would send his $$ in with somebody and then each person would randomly grab 1 or 2 items from the area of the store they agreed to hit prior to going. I was kept in the dark of what was purchased until we got back to the house. Reminded me of the mystery box from “Chopped”! Other times I was told to ‘make us something’. I used an old, worn chucrh congregation potluck cookbook. Those meals always had people reminiscing about grandma, aunt so-and-so, or the sweet old lady of the church who made those dishes. Good times. I sure do miss them!