I survived! It’s been a very long weekend and it’s only Sunday morning. I had a catering job this weekend at the church… where they were having a workshop. Friday night I was to have a chicken dinner for 20 people. Easy right? I served the plates and was just relaxing when… my nightmare occurred. (OK I can’t even say my nightmare because I would never have dreamed this would even happen to me). One of the ladies came out and said, “I’m not trying to be difficult but I think my chicken is under cooked.” OMGoodness!!!! Sure enough, the nightmare continued… the meat had not cooked. I was using an oven that apparently didn’t work well. (I did check the meat before but the one I looked at was fine). I must say this group was very gracious. After recooking the stupid chicken… I think I lost 10 lbs of just stress. I had come of the nicest ladies stay with me in the kitchen (Thank you, Corry!!!) and probably make sure I didn’t have a meltdown. Yikes… I am pretty sure I was close to it!!! The next day, I had 120 people to serve lunch to. All is well that ends well, so they say!
We were invited to friends for supper which was perfect because I just needed to decompress and relax. We were with 2 other couples and sharing how each couple meet, proposed and wedding nightmares. It was such a great evening. There is such a gift in friendships that have lasted time.
This morning I was looking at my blog… wondering how long I will continue to write, who reads it and what purpose it serves. I found myself reading back random posts from over the years. I love that this is a place that is a time keeper of sorts. It’s a place that someday the boys can come and see my thoughts and memories.
This must have been 5 years ago… I’m guessing that Josh would have been 4 ish in this picture. The changes in the boys in such a short time is crazy!
This was last summer- the boys and I in Vancouver. Boys to men. I do miss those baby days as I loved babies. Yet this stage is certainly challenging and full of moments that keep you on the edge of your seat.
I was thinking of how blessed I am … with this family God has blessed me with. I was counting it such a gift to have this amazing, wonderful yet drives me crazy man along for this ride.
As I watched last week a husband and sons say goodbye to their wife/mom too soon I was reminded to not take my health, my life for granted.
Hope your week coming is a good one!
Your chicken story reminded me of a time we first invited friends over for dinner. We burned our chicken. The next meal together was at there place. The oven died while we were at church and their chicken was not cooked. I know that there is a big difference between cooking for a household friend and for a whole church. We are family and you “done good” Reema:-)