![]() Pretty skimpy offerings, so the ladies went into the fellowship room and outside to where two huge deep freezers were located and began pulling out food to supplement the meager spread. ![]() Food began arriving in slow cookers and towel-wrapped casserole dishes (I distinctly remember a little bowl of someone's left-over scrambled eggs from breakfast). ![]() That was the first sign that this was not going to be a good meal. Tables were rolled out and chairs set around them, with a used paper placement in the center for a pitcher of water, salt and pepper shakers, and a container of toothpicks. When my husband and I first took over the church, there were bi-weekly "Pot-Bless" meals (because "luck" isn't a Christan word). But you don't know how hard I've worked over the last four years to make these "meals" a success. Everyone had a great time and was very well fed. It was a great meal with traditional turkey, stuffing, potatoes and gravy accompanied by a plentiful "potluck" of delicious side dishes and dessert. This week we didn't have our usual Sunday dinner because we had our annual church Thanksgiving Fellowship Meal. I don't know about you, the but word "potluck" sends shivers down my spine rather than rumbles in my tummy, and my experience is that the food is usually yucky, not yummy (good rhyming, eh?). Praying before the Thanksgiving Fellowship Meal
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