Feast For A King
[NOTE: THE FOLLOWING BLOG CONTAINS A GRATUITOUS SHOT AT MY DEAR FRIEND GREG. THE COMMENTS EXPRESSED WITHIN DO NOT REFLECT THE VIEWS OF THE ADMINISTRATION THEY ARE SIMPLY INCLUDED FOR THEIR COMEDIC VALUE]
One of the great things about cooking for people who have grown accustomed to eating in the garage (as they still have no kitchen) is that anything cooked (and hot) is viewed as a 5 star offering.
Which is why in ministry you should always follow someone who was not as skilled as you.
Which is why people lined up to follow Greg. (And of course I mean that in the nicest way possible)
One of our members offered to cook for us and last night was our only available night.
We ate on real plates, with real silverware and cloth napkins.
Our poor "Appalachian" kids had thought they’d died and gone to Missouri!
Squash soup with sour cream
Asparagus and new potatoes
Dinner rolls (with butter of course)
Chicken with mushrooms, cheese, and mandarin oranges.
Three layer chocolate, peppermint cheesecake
It was a feast.
We drove home from church and the kids said: "that was cool, it felt like we were celebrity eaters on Top Chef."
8 Responses to “Feast For A King”
“Three layer chocolate, peppermint cheesecake”
The consumption of such a food of the Gods almost makes it worth trashing one’s own kitchen.
Anything for you, Randy! Didn’t know you’ve been eating in the garage! I started my day by cleaning certain ass-pects of our dog out of our garage!!
ummm, you may have to re-think your theology if after we die Missouri is heaven. There’s another group that already believes that anyway, but that’s a subject for another post (or a presidential debate). Now don’t get me wrong, there are plenty of beautiful parts of my fair state, but really now, I was kinda hoping heaven would be a little better. We do have some nice garages, though….
Eating in the garage? That’s where I hide the Jack Daniels, I mean, that’s where the band rehearses, I mean…..both actually.
You poor dears! But I’m so thankful someone wanted to feed you.
Missouri is heaven? It’s pretty country and my mother hailed from there, but to paraphrase the words of a well-known politician (you’re probably too young to remember this!), “I know Missouri; I have friends & family in Missouri; I’ve been to Missouri; Randy, Missouri is not heaven.” However, I hear West Virginia is almost heaven.
Isn’t one of the signs of Armageddon living in a world where people use the phrase “celebrity eaters?”
Nothing like a little “Greg smack” to get you going! Being a southern boy, I rather like the sound of those foods although never eaten them in quite those recipes.
Peace.
Next Thursday night you are invited to our place for fun-do. We should have the heat installed by then.
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