Hmm, let’s see, what’s new?
We’re having 20 people over tonight for dinner.
We decided on this plan of action yesterday. Evening. At about 8:00.
WHAT were we thinking?!
Oh, yah. That we want to have the people of the church over for supper. It started with a family and somehow…snowballed to half the church (to the other half: please don’t be offended by our limited seating and please keep next Friday evening open).
So early this morning I head to the grocery store for chicken and vanilla ice cream (I know, I know, we serve such balanced meals around here). I ended up with chicken, vanilla ice cream, cantaloupe, yellow and red peppers, cucumbers, green beans, gatorade, and something else I can’t remember. Oh, yah. broccoli slaw. It was a markdown. I couldn’t resist.
The important thing is not what I ended up with (unless you’re coming to dinner tonight), the important thing is what I ended up without…AT the checkout line…WITH all my groceries on the conveyor belt: my wallet. Ooopsie. I’d stuffed it in my swim bag yesterday afternoon (by the way, we didn’t actually get to swim. Anyone in Richmond want more rain? Since it’s been like 2 months since we’ve gotten any? Invite me swimming). BUT I had my checkbook. SAVED!!! “Um, ma’am?” I ask, even though she’s still helping two cute old ladies in front of me. “Do I need an ID to write a check?” Affirmative. OoopsieWoopsie. A very nice clerk returned my ice cream to the freezer. Another very nice clerk wheeled my cart into the produce cooler. And one very ditsy blonde made a quick run back to her house for her lifelines. I admit. It could have been way worse. All’s well that ends well.
So we decided on a menu of what we have in the fridge. Which happened to be chicken (just not quite enough), green beans, raw veggies, corn pudding (we had leftover cooked corn on the cob in the fridge), and fruit. Mary’s bringing mashed potatoes. Amy’s bringing a salad.
I converted 20 pounds of bony, skinny chicken breast into boneless skinless this morning with my bare hands. My crockpot has never been this full. I hope it still works. I’m trying a new barbecue sauce recipe. I hope it works, too.
Produce on sale this week at Kroger plus stuff we had leftover from Tim’s mom’s trip to the farmer’s market right before her trip to our house:
I managed to pick 3 good tasting cantaloupe! What are the odds?
I still need to cook the green beans (I already snapped them), make a vegetable dip, make the corn pudding (I have the corn cut off the cob), make dessert (I made granola this morning, so I’m all set to do a blueberry-peach version of my cobbler), and clean the kitchen. definitely all manageable. And mostly enjoyable. So actually, I’m quite looking forward to the evening. I’m hoping we can do a hymn sing, maybe a little Bible study, maybe some board games…
Did I mention I was using paper plates?
And that any minute a handyman is going to show up to measure our windows for replacements?
And that I’m on my lunch break, which is how I can be blogging instead of working in the kitchen?
And that we rescheduled our pool date for Monday, so don’t hang any clothes out on the line?