It was a labor of love to drag myself to the computer this morning because MY FEET ARE KILLING ME after standing on them for six hours at the dinner party I had last night in the most uncomfortable shoes known to mankind. I had some comfier (spell check is telling me that’s not a word) ones, but I threw them away last year after they had been deemed “tragic” by someone who lives under my roof and who shall remain nameless (but I think we all know who he is). I bought some slightly more stylish ones even though they were ridiculously hard on the toes but I justified the purchase by saying I’d never wear them for more than a couple of hours to church on Sunday morning, so they couldn’t be that bad, right?
Pressure cookers, knitting, and complaining about my feet. Just put me in the nursing home now and get it over with.
Anyway, let’s move on to the dinner because it was delightful. The idea for this dinner was thought up by my friend Cheryl who wanted to have an evening where we could minister to the pastors and wives that serve on staff at our church who give so much of themselves to serving the body of Christ. They are an incredibly fun, normal group of men and women who have invested their lives in mine for the past eight years, challenging me and counseling me and helping me find my own place of ministry within my circle of influence, and it was easy to say “yes” to Cheryl when she asked me and our other friend Karen, “Do y’all want to help me cook for 40 people?”
Karen (l) and Cheryl (r)
Cheryl is nothing if not ambitious, and her menu plan proved it. We served mussels and tomatoes and mozzarella as a first course, Italian wedding soup and salad as a second course, veal rolls and lasagna with meatballs for the third course, and chocolate hazelnut pudding and tortoni for dessert.
Everything came together beautifully and tasted delicious and there was enough to bring home leftovers, so I am one happy camper this morning and feeling blessed beyond words to have friends who let me come play in their kitchen and pretend that it’s mine.
Have a nice “shoes optional” day.