It'd do You All Some Good if You Were Just a Little Bit More Like Me

It's been done millions of times in a thousand different ways. It isn't a new concept, but when you actually do it, it is a blessing, indeed.

Last night, three friends and I met at my church where I'd reserved the large kitchen. We unloaded all of our groceries, utensils, and storage containers and got to work.

We talked and laughed our way through the evening, and at 12:15 a.m.* we walked out of the church. Each of us was carrying meatballs, potato soup, homemade macaroni and cheese, rigatoni al forno, chicken tarragon, a quiche, lentil barley vegetable skillet, and baked spaghetti.

Enough of each to feed our entire family.

I had a great time. And my freezer is full.

Now, don't you think you'd all like to be more like me?

* Yes, the local police man DID pull in to question us about all of the stuff we were hauling out of the church at such an early hour. Ha!