Cook-ie Enabled!

Son began nattering at me. "You haven't blogged in two weeks." I quibbled, not wanting to break away from my quilting. (What, you thought I was writing? Silly you -- this month has an R in it!)

So when I came to a convenient stopping point -- the bobbin ran out of thread -- I fired up the computer and came to the blogger site. Whoa! It said I was cookie disabled. That is one of those messages I defer to Son. I was tempted to go get a cookie, but with Thanksgiving coming, I'm watching that sort of thing. I went back to the machine and wound a bobbin; Son worked his magic. So here I am.

Our church had its Thanksgiving dinner Saturday night. It takes all day to prepare. The potato-paring crew started at nine AM, dessert cutting started at noon, deliveries to shut-ins and others in need started at three. The tally for this year? We delivered about 375 meals, fed about 75 people at the church, and some of them took home meals to their friends, neighbors and relative -- all totaled, we fed nearly 500 people. Although we never ask for donations, somehow about $275 was left behind as seed money for next year.

Do we have a big congregation? No -- only about 50 active members. A big church? No, our little old building dates to 1876, and is bursting at the seams. The kitchen is small, we need a couple more classrooms. The Lord will probably provide. With cooks like ours. . .