I wasn’t feeling particularly worshipful, but I stuck it out in my chair. I should have just gone and sat with the kids on the pillows in the corner. They had colored pencils and sketchpads and lots of books. I read half the book of 1 Chronicles, the part where David smites all the kings for miles around and a guy dies for trying to keep the ark from hitting the ground. Whatever. It’s just where my bible opened to.
The potluck was fabulous. I personally brought an apple pie and my mother’s sausage stuffing.
We had lots of stuffing. Apparently last Sunday at the rise of meeting, one of the elderly members of the meeting especially asked that someone make a Portuguese-style stuffing, like his mother used to make. One woman went so far as to ask him what that meant to him – turns out it means cornbread and chopped black olives – and she made that. Three other people brought their own version of stuffing. I still like my mother’s recipe best.
We also had lots of pie: apple, pumpkin, cherry and mincemeat. With your choice of Cool Whip or hard sauce or crema fresca to go with it. Plus a pumpkin flan with pomegranate seeds and a bar of very dark chocolate broken into little bits. Oh my.
We had a mix of folks, some who I suspect would have been alone without the meeting gathering, and some who surely chose to come to be with us. Chris and I just decided that we had done enough traveling for the month of November and we would stay home. What with Chris being clerk of the meeting, it was a good year to go down for the potluck. Some folks came just for the meeting for worship, others came just for the meal. One attender brought a new-to-meeting friend and another man may have just come in off the street. There was plenty of food and fellowship.
I am thankful for the opportunity to share with all of those who came.
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